After the sheriff left, Su Mo walked into the Libetong Mansion.

At the top of the lobby, a slogan from the charity foundation hung there—Libetong, making New Moon City better.

The receptionist stood up and gave Su Mo a polite smile: “Hello sir, how can I help you?”

Su Mo: “My name is Su Mo, I have an appointment with Tareg.”

“Okay, please wait a moment.” The receptionist made a phone call to confirm, then said, “Sir, this way please, I’ll take you upstairs.”

Su Mo was brought to a room on the eighteenth floor, which was very spacious, with various office equipment neatly arranged.

The walls were covered with many photos, some of pigs and cows, and others showing animal rights activists holding signs outside slaughterhouses facing off with sheriffs.

Tareg looked up at Su Mo: “You’re here, welcome, welcome, please have a seat.”

She placed a tray of exquisite snacks on the coffee table, casually took a piece of cake and bit into it.

It might not suit her taste, as she took a bite but didn’t continue eating, tossing it into the trash bin at her feet.

Su Mo asked politely: “How have you been lately, are you doing well?”

Tareg laughed: “Yesterday, I led the team to the highway and stopped a transport truck carrying white-feathered chickens, saving countless little lives from the butchers, and my father praised me greatly.”

Su Mo thought: How could he not praise you? Your father is a major shareholder in several artificial meat enterprises.

Su Mo gave a forced smile: “I fully support you, keep up the good work.”

Tareg, hearing this, was enthusiastic: “It’s great to have your approval. I heard you’re interested in donating to our project, right?”

Su Mo: “Yes, I’d like to know, is there any return after donating?”

Tareg paused for a moment: “Donations to charity foundations don’t have returns, as we serve public welfare.”

“If I must say a return, we can add you to the list of sponsors for increased exposure, and personally, I’d love to become friends with like-minded people.”

Su Mo smiled: “Great, I love making friends.”

Tareg eagerly asked: “How much are you planning to donate this time?”

Su Mo thought for a moment, then said: “How about 50,000?”

Clearly, Tareg looked a bit disappointed, she coaxed: “Boss Su, donate a bit more. Look, you can afford such a fine suit, is it Sasser No. 1?”

“50,000 really doesn’t match your status, many schools’ fundraising exceed 50,000. You can contribute more for the little animals of New Moon City.”

These words genuinely made Su Mo feel nauseous.

Donations should be voluntary.

Violating the principle of voluntariness isn’t called donation, it’s coercion.

Initially, whether donating 50 or 50,000, it’s the donor’s own will.

Yet she insisted on using material conditions as leverage, making it seem that donating more is virtue, donating less is vice.

Society’s ethos is corrupted by such people.

Of course, Su Mo didn’t let emotions override reason.

Investigating Ou Chenyu is the priority.

No need to be too tangled over money.

Whatever is spent today will be reclaimed from these twofold in the future.

Su Mo, based on his current financial situation, reevaluated the numbers.

Finally, both parties reached a consensus where Su Mo donated 100,000 moon coins to the Libetong Fund for animal protection projects.

Tareg doubled Su Mo’s original offer, feeling satisfied with her persuasion skills.

And 100,000 wasn’t a significant burden for Su Mo; spending this money to get closer to Tareg and investigate Ou Chenyu seemed worthwhile.

Both sides felt they had gained.

After finalizing the contract, Tareg was very pleased, taking out champagne from the fridge and pouring a glass each for Su Mo and herself: “According to the tradition of the Libetong Foundation, we should celebrate with a glass of champagne. Cheers!”

Su Mo symbolically took a sip, then began to steer the conversation: “Miss Tareg is so beautiful and young, you must have many suitors, right?”

Having just received a donation, Tareg was in a great mood and didn’t mind discussing personal matters.

She laughed: “There are some, but I reject them all because I already have someone I’m fond of.”

This caught Su Mo’s attention.

Ou Chenyu, from a particular background, already had an ambiguous relationship with Tareg before the start.

If Tareg is referring to Ou Chenyu as her “object of affection,” his background scope would be greatly narrowed.

Su Mo continued to guide the conversation: “To win Miss Tareg’s heart, I imagine he must be a very outstanding man.”

Tareg covered her mouth and gave a sweet smile: “Yes, he’s very outstanding, handsome, and successful in his career.”

Su Mo laughed heartily: “Oh~ I really envy such career-successful men!”

Tareg promptly complimented: “Boss Su, you’re excellent too. The Edge is a tech company, right? What direction are you planning next?”

Su Mo proactively led: “Actually, I’m a mercenary, my company is for organizing a mercenary corps.”

Tareg suddenly seemed very surprised: “You’re a mercenary too? What a coincidence! My object of affection is a mercenary too!”

Su Mo’s heart tightened, feigning calmness: “Is that so? What’s his name? We’re in the same circle, maybe I know him.”

Tareg directly said: “His name is Ou Chenyu, the leader of the Tiger Fang Mercenary Corps.”

Su Mo frowned immediately.

This spells big trouble.

It’s like an unwelcome surprise.

In the game “Dawn”, there are 12 backgrounds to choose from, distributed across various fields.

From what Tareg said, it’s confirmed Ou Chenyu comes from the “Mercenary Corps Leader” background.

“Mercenary Corps Leader” is the most powerful background among the 12, starting off managing hundreds in the Tiger Fang Mercenary Corps, with extensive social networks, connections with many famous intermediaries, and numerous powerful subordinates.

According to Su Mo’s understanding of the Tiger Fang Mercenary Corps, there are quite a few members in there already with strength comparable to him.

This situation is something Su Mo is extremely unwilling to see.

He’d rather Ou Chenyu come from a white-collar background in Hegemony Company or a security officer in Iron Blood Alliance.

These backgrounds may be backed by giant enterprises, but are relatively low status, with extremely limited resources they can mobilize; if planned well, they aren’t hard to deal with.

But Ou Chenyu, coming from a mercenary corps leader background, overwhelms him in terms of the number of companions, network resources, and social status.

Seems a recalibration is necessary.

Killing someone from such a background as Ou Chenyu before starting seems improbable now.

As Su Mo suddenly fell silent, Tareg tentatively asked: “Boss Su, do you know Ou Chenyu?”

Su Mo snapped out of it, shook his head: “Oh, I don’t know him, I entered the industry rather late, just a newcomer.”

Tareg chuckled: “No worries, I can introduce you. I have dinner plans with him today, he’ll be coming to pick me up.”

“Squeak—” Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed.

Tareg: “Ah, speak of the devil… Chenyu, come on in!”

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