My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 240 - 234: Heading to Aurumport
Arthur was so angry he wanted to shoot him.
But in the end, he held back.
He gave him a vicious kick and headed straight for the black market.
Alvin Morgan glanced at the boy gasping for breath on the ground, slowly walked over, and looked at him dispassionately.
"Arthur is now an F-level mercenary with The Black Wolves. He’ll be leaving this place for good."
Sam’s body trembled, shock flashing in his eyes.
By the time he scrambled up to look, the people he so admired were already far away.
When he and Arthur were very young, they both dreamed of becoming one of them, of taking their families and escaping this place for good.
...
The black market’s information broker.
Their information was highly accurate, and they had always served whoever paid, not whoever asked.
For the same question, the first person to ask paid the lowest price. The second person would be quoted a price three times higher, and the third, ten times higher.
Each question was only answered for three people.
However, if they didn’t know the answer, they would let the inquirer choose whether to have them find it.
If the answer was yes, they would charge a hefty commission. Even if they failed to find the information, they would only refund half the money.
The information Arthur wanted wasn’t hard to find. It only cost him 100 Maso Coins to get a lead.
Mia had been taken out of the Lawless Zone. The people who took her were wearing the uniforms of The Megalodon Mercenary Corps.
The Megalodon Mercenary Corps was permanently stationed in Aurumport, Masovia.
That place was Masovia’s biggest den of vice, filled almost entirely with gambling houses. Every day, a flood of people poured in—either the super-rich looking to spend a fortune or speculators hoping to get rich overnight.
After getting the news, Arthur walked out of the information broker’s and fell to his knees before Alvin Morgan with a THUD.
"Boss, I’m begging you..."
Before he could finish, he was forcefully pulled to his feet.
"A Black Wolf doesn’t kneel to anyone."
Arthur, his eyes red-rimmed, looked at him, desperately holding back tears and pressing his lips together tightly.
"Boss..."
"Since you’re one of The Black Wolves now, of course we’ll save your family. But you’ll have to pay a commission..."
Arthur said urgently, "I can work for three years on missions for free, without any pay. Just... just as long as my Ahm and my sister have enough to eat..."
By the end, his voice was barely a whisper.
Alvin Morgan smiled. "Deal."
***
The Black Wolves’ main camp.
Aiden Morgan watched the news playing online, a headache forming.
Masovia had suddenly announced its intention to reclaim the Lawless Zone. The Eastern Highlanders were the first rebels they would make an example of, with Prince Karon personally ordering the attack.
"Can The Royal Family’s weapons penetrate a lab buried several hundred meters underground?" Aiden Morgan asked seriously, stroking his chin.
"Their weapons look like Crestland’s obsolete G-11s. They don’t have much destructive power against underground fortifications."
Silas Morgan ran repeated attack simulations on his computer and finally came to a conclusion: "The underground lab self-destructed from the inside."
Just as he said that, an anxious shout came from a subordinate outside.
"Boss, the Eastern Highlanders broke out of the camp and left."
The two exchanged a look and immediately ran outside.
The camp entrance was in chaos.
Several vehicles outside, flying the flags of The White Bears, were already disappearing into the distance.
Silas Morgan’s face was grim, his brow furrowed. "Boss, they must have seen the news..."
Aiden Morgan didn’t speak, but his expression was dark.
Just then, another mercenary ran up.
His expression was full of fear, as if he had just witnessed something terrible.
"Boss, all the seriously wounded Eastern Highlanders are dead..."
Aiden Morgan froze.
After a long moment, he replied, "Bury them back in The Eastern Highlands."
***
「A few days later.」
Prince Karon was suddenly attacked. His assailants were a group of people whose hair and pupils could change color.
The attack was filmed and uploaded to the internet, immediately sparking a massive public debate.
The word "Chameleon" instantly made headlines in major international media outlets.
[A REAL-LIFE SCI-FI MOVIE? ARE CHAMELEONS REAL?]
[RETALIATION SO SOON AFTER THE ATTACK? WHERE DID THESE CHAMELEONS COME FROM?]
[EXPERTS STATE: THIS PUPIL COLOR CHANGE IS SUSPECTED TO BE A GENETIC MUTATION.]
...
"That idiot—"
A person in a cloak and a silver mask slammed a newspaper down on the table.
"Master, the earliest news was released by people sent by the King of Masovia."
"That old fox!" The cloaked man clenched his fists and, in a rage, slammed them on the table again.
With a CRACK,
the entire table shattered instantly, scaring those around him into holding their breath.
Murderous intent glinted in the cloaked man’s eyes, frightening the subordinate beside him so much his breathing grew shallow.
After pondering for a long time, he suppressed his bloodthirsty impulse. "Bring all of those Eastern Highlanders back. Withdraw all our forces from Masovia."
The subordinate looked up in surprise. ’Based on the Master’s usual style, he would never be this restrained.’
The cloaked man sat back down on the sofa, looked at the computer in front of him, clicked the mouse a couple of times, and stopped on a data file.
"This young Super Soldier... I want them alive."
***
The endless expanse of Yellow Sand seemed to stretch to the horizon. Three modified off-road vehicles sped through it.
The radio in the car was broadcasting international news. Even in this deserted wasteland, the signal was strong.
"Prince Karon of Masovia passed away at The Royal Hospital at 3 a.m. yesterday at the age of 56. The King of Masovia, Kaya, is grief-stricken and has announced a nationwide manhunt for the rebels from The Eastern Highlands..."
Listening to the broadcast, Silas Morgan couldn’t help but sigh.
’Those people still walked a path of no return.’
"Silas, why did Alpha have Aurora dress up as a boy?" Beta Morgan, sitting beside him, turned to glance at the two people resting with their eyes closed in the back, lowering his voice to ask curiously.
In the back seat, Aurora Sinclair was dressed in a small, men’s-style mercenary uniform. Her hair had been cut short to her ears, her beautiful eyebrows were drawn on much thicker, and her fair face was painted a sallow yellow and dotted with freckles.
She looked just like a malnourished little boy.
Silas Morgan glanced at the rearview mirror and replied in an equally low voice, "Those were the Boss’s orders."
"Why?" Beta Morgan asked.
Silas Morgan gave him a meaningful look. "Sometimes, being too beautiful is a sin in itself."
Beta Morgan: ...
He looked back again at Aurora Sinclair’s bangs, which looked like a dog had chewed on them.
’What a powerful reason!’
There were no railways within Masovia. All travel was by car or plane, but some cities didn’t have the infrastructure for an airport, so driving was the only option.
They had already been driving for seven or eight hours.
It was time to make camp, cook, and rest.
Arthur, holding a water bottle, looked back at the two who still hadn’t gotten out of the car and asked Beta Morgan, confused, "What are the Boss and Rory doing?"
Beta Morgan turned his head for him and lectured, "Don’t poke your nose into adult business, kid."
"Tch, isn’t it just that stuff between men and women? It’s not like I haven’t heard about it before," Arthur retorted dismissively.
Beta Morgan froze, suddenly remembering that the place Arthur came from offered no privacy to speak of.
Still, he raised a hand and rapped him on the head. "You’re too young to have such impure thoughts. They’re training."
These past few days, their boss seemed very dedicated to practicing martial arts. Especially when they rested at night, he would always see the Boss taking Aurora Sinclair to an empty tent to practice, and no one else was allowed to watch.
He had tried to peek once before and was caught red-handed by Aurora Sinclair.
As a result, the Boss punished him by making him hold a horse stance at the tent entrance all night.
His legs still hadn’t recovered.
But he had also seen the Boss getting his arms and legs tapped with a small wooden stick by Aurora Sinclair while he was practicing his forms.
Their boss hadn’t been hit by anyone in his 28 years, yet one day he was being struck with a small wooden stick by a girl who only came up to his chin.
No matter how he thought about it, it was hilarious.
But Arthur, beside him, clearly didn’t believe it, an "are you taking me for a fool" expression on his face.
Beta Morgan wanted to cry but had no tears.
Just then, the rear door of the off-road vehicle suddenly opened.
Alvin Morgan stepped out, his face flushed and full of vigor, while Aurora Sinclair, behind him, was clearly a bit tired.
Arthur muttered under his breath, "See, I told you so..."
"..."
