Jared Miles’s voice was chilling, sending an inexplicable shiver down Leigh Miles’s spine.
"Ahem... You saw the three of them?" On the phone, Master Aerion’s voice reeked of guilt.
Upon hearing his voice, Titus Miles ran over curiously, pointing at the phone and calling out, "Master... Master..."
"Tiger, be quiet. Eldest Brother is talking to Master," Leigh Miles whispered, covering the boy’s mouth.
The voice on the phone seed to pause for a mont, then beca pitiful. "Your master went to earn so money..."
But Jared Miles didn’t believe him at all, asking coldly, "The money? Isn’t the money I send you every month enough for Dawn Miles’s dicine?"
"...Hello? Hello? Why can’t I hear anything... My signal is bad... I’m hanging up..."
"Master, if you dare hang up, I’ll cancel your credit card next month!"
Jared Miles’s threat successfully restored the signal to Master Aerion’s phone.
"How insolent!"
"A master with no dignity!"
The two of them started bickering right there on the phone, leaving Leigh Miles dumbfounded.
’Eldest Brother is so intense! He’s actually arguing back at Master!’
"You brat! Haven’t seen you in a few years and you’ve gotten bold, have you? Have you been keeping up with your training?"
"Don’t change the subject. How did you rack up a 53-million debt?"
"...Let’s talk in person..."
This ti, the call was truly disconnected.
The atmosphere in the room instantly grew cold.
Seeing his Eldest Brother pinching the bridge of his nose, seemingly nursing a headache from his argunt with their master, Leigh Miles asked softly, "Eldest Brother, is Master coming back?"
"Yes. Give Apothecary Warner’s account information. I’ll pay back the money he’s owed."
Leigh Miles’s face lit up with excitent at the words, but then he shook his head. "I don’t know it, but Eldest Sister can get a bank card. We can deposit the money into her card and then take the card back to him on Sunstone at the end of the year..."
Jared Miles: ...
He imdiately called Levi Forrest in to sign a check for 53 million.
Levi Forrest glanced at Leigh Miles and Titus Miles, then asked cautiously, "Mr. Miles, what is this sum for?"
"Household expenses."
"..."
’Isn’t my Mr. Miles an orphan?’
Levi Forrest gave the beaming Leigh Miles another suspicious look. Sothing about this felt strange!
***
anwhile, in a dense forest on the outskirts of Syland City, a group of n in uniform had gathered.
Each of them wore masks and white gloves, crouching on the ground to examine sothing.
Just then, a gruff voice, laced with frustrated anger, suddenly rang out.
"Investigate, investigate, what’s left to investigate? There are no clues! Besides this stuff, what else could there be? I really don’t know what the higher-ups are thinking."
Looking toward the voice, one could see a burly man standing at the periter of the scene, smoking.
He wasn’t wearing a uniform jacket, just a plain short-sleeved shirt. A hideous scar was visible on his exposed arm, running from the cuff all the way to his forearm.
It was a grueso sight at first glance.
It was said he’d gotten it during a fight with a criminal years ago. It had also earned him a promotion to the position of captain of the Syland City Martial Arts Bureau’s investigation team.
"Captain Monroe, the expert recomnded by the main bureau is here!" a junior agent ran over to report.
Hugh Monroe turned around, his face grim and his mood sour. His brow furrowed deeply.
He hated these so-called experts from Kingsford. They had little field experience, solved cases entirely on theoretical deduction, and loved nothing more than to boss people around with a holier-than-thou attitude, acting like they were hot shit.
People like that were just there to cause trouble.
So this ti, he wasn’t going to be polite. If it was another one of *those* experts, he’d send them packing without a second thought.
A discreet black sedan approached and pulled up next to their vehicles.
The door opened, and a young man in casual clothes and sunglasses stepped out.
Hugh Monroe’s expression darkened further, but when the young man took off his sunglasses, his look instantly turned to one of astonishnt, followed by a flicker of pleasant surprise. All his previous disdain vanished.
"Mr. Morgan... What brings you here?"
"Gloves."
"Get him so gloves—quick!"
Alvin Morgan took the gloves, put them on swiftly, and crouched down to carefully examine the scene.
"Captain Monroe..."
"Shh—" Hugh Monroe shot a glare at the agent who had called his na, his eyes fixed eagerly on the figure crouching on the ground.
Although Alvin Morgan was the Young Master of the Morgan Family, he had previously helped the Martial Affairs Bureau solve many major cases involving violent Martial Artists. The main bureau had always wanted to hire him as a consultant, but Alvin never had the ti, so he pushed Beta Morgan into the role to hold the consultant title in his stead.
’I’ve worked with him before. I know exactly how capable he is. With him here, this case will definitely be solved!’
Alvin Morgan examined the scene for a while before stating bluntly, "This was soone who was shot and killed by a distant assailant while they were disposing of a body. The shooter was by the roadside..."
Hugh Monroe imdiately sent people to investigate. "Go check the roadside—now!"
「Three hours later.」
The Martial Affairs Bureau, using surveillance footage to track vehicles, identified a suspicious silver minivan. They followed the lead to an ordinary martial arts dojo, but it was already deserted.
After a thorough search, they found a peculiar symbol in a hidden corner.
Hugh Monroe glanced at the scar on his arm, his fingers clenching into a tight fist.
’Dammit—’
***
「At the sa ti.」
At the awards ceremony for the *Battle for Glory* qualifiers, Gideon Lockwood accepted the trophy and prize money on behalf of Aurora Sinclair, much to the disappointnt of Master Rory’s many fans.
The absent Aurora Sinclair was currently in her Eldest Brother Jared Miles’s car, heading to the airport to return to Kingsford.
The Quincy siblings and Gideon Lockwood had originally planned to leave a day later. Unexpectedly, on their way back to the hotel, their path was blocked by Indie Lowell, the wife of the Vance family’s young master.
Glenn Lockwood stepped forward to shield the other two, watching her cautiously. There was a fluctuation of "Power" coming from this woman. He had sensed it from his mother before.
"Don’t be nervous. I’m a mber of the Vance Family from Syland City. I just want to ask you about the whereabouts of this boy. He’s my child, who I lost four years ago."
The three of them glanced at the photo in Indie Lowell’s hand and said in unison, "Never seen him..."
Indie Lowell’s face instantly fell. "I saw you walking with him!"
"We might have been staying at the sa hotel, but we really don’t recall him..."
Seeing the three of them playing dumb, Indie Lowell’s voice turned colder. "In that case, let’s go sowhere else so you can think it over carefully..."
"You..."
The bodyguards Indie Lowell had brought with her surrounded the trio, their posture making it clear they expected compliance.
"I know Young Lord Morgan gave you so instructions, but he has his hands full right now and can’t look after you. So, you should know what’s good for you. Take them away!"
The trio was forcibly dragged into a mid-sized passenger van by Indie Lowell’s bodyguards.
It was clear she had co prepared to kidnap them if negotiations failed.
After receiving a ssage from Zeke Quincy, a faint smile touched the corners of Alvin Morgan’s lips. He glanced at Dean Morgan. "Have Jayden handle it."
When the Vance Family received a call from Arthur Lockwood, they were scared witless.
The Vance family’s Young Master’s Wife had kidnapped mbers of the Lockwood and Quincy families? Had she gone insane?
Aiden Vance quickly called Indie Lowell, only to receive a harsh reply: "I’m not letting them go until I see my son!"
"Dad, look at this... Sister-in-law is going to be the death of our family! First, she offends the Morgan Family, and now she’s going after two more. Is this sothing the wife of the Vance family’s young master should be doing?" Connie Vance fanned the flas at the opportune mont, trying to provoke Derek Vance.
"Shut your mouth..." Aiden Vance, who hadn’t hung up yet, was so angry he yelled directly at Connie Vance.
Over the phone, Indie Lowell sneered, "If you’re so scared, then let’s get a divorce! I’ve already signed the papers. They’re in the drawer of the dresser in the bedroom. Aiden Vance, as soon as you sign them, this will have nothing to do with the Vance Family anymore!"
"Indie..."
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