My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 465 - 427: When the Snipe and the Clam Grapple, the Fisherman Profits

When Alvin Morgan entered Cell 3, the man on the bed suddenly flew into a rage.

"Is there no end to this? Do criminals not have human rights anymore? One after another, you all come to gawk. Am I some fucking monkey in a zoo?"

The man’s Martial King Power surged directly toward Alvin Morgan.

Aurora Sinclair’s expression shifted slightly. She raised a hand to neutralize the man’s attack, then used the surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth to immobilize him.

The man’s face turned pale, as if Aurora Sinclair had aggravated his injuries.

"Aurora, let him go."

Aurora Sinclair pressed her lips together. "He’ll hurt you."

"It’s fine. I’ll talk to him. You can go out first."

"No!" Aurora Sinclair replied, her face grim. She even tried to pull him out of there.

"Aurora, I promise I won’t get hurt..."

"No!"

"Will you two ever shut up? I’m trying to sleep! Now get the hell out—"

The man on the bed roared, his hoarse voice cracking before he broke into a violent coughing fit.

Aurora Sinclair released the Power of Heaven and Earth that had been binding his body.

The man snatched the pillow from his bed with one hand and threw it accurately at Alvin Morgan. "Stop showing off your damn relationship in front of me and get lost—"

Alvin Morgan dodged the pillow and gave Aurora Sinclair a helpless look before they left the room together.

"Morgan, I can’t let you be in there alone."

"I know." Alvin Morgan put an arm around her shoulder to comfort her. "He really is a strange one."

Just as he finished speaking, a loud crash came from the door next to them. It was obvious the strange man was throwing things again.

***

After leaving Zone A, the two began to investigate Todd Linton’s case from back then.

But the entire case file was airtight. He was, by all accounts, the one who committed the string of bombings in Veridia.

"Aurora, since we can’t find anything on him, let’s focus on Elias Lennox," Alvin Morgan said, pinching the bridge of his nose after several sleepless nights of investigating.

Aurora Sinclair gently massaged his temples and nodded slightly.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...

The sound of a Basic Supervisor knocking came from the door.

"Ma’am, are you in?"

"Come in..."

The Basic Supervisor opened the door, entered, and bowed to Aurora Sinclair. "Ma’am, we’ve received a notice from The Martial Affairs Bureau. They’re bringing in a few more criminals."

"Alright. Send over the case files."

After reading the case files, Aurora Sinclair’s expression grew solemn.

It was another case of a Martial Artist being killed by someone who practiced the Body Refining Boxing Technique.

"This is already the sixth one this month."

Alvin Morgan let out a soft laugh. "I had Zeke Linton ask them why they killed those Martial Artists. Without exception, the Martial Artists who were killed had previously insulted or assaulted them and their families..."

Aurora Sinclair’s face darkened. "Is someone trying to stir up trouble?" she asked coldly.

"When things are this strange, there’s always a reason. The truth will come to light soon enough."

The smile in Alvin Morgan’s eyes gradually faded.

***

「The Sinclair Family of Kingsford」

Ever since Tanner Sinclair started practicing the Body Refining Boxing Technique, he had been showing faint signs of an impending breakthrough.

He had been training in martial cultivation even more diligently these days.

He heard from the Kane Family that this boxing technique was his little niece’s exclusive creation, which she had contributed to The International Martial Alliance.

He was suddenly filled with a sense of shared honor.

’My little niece is amazing,’ he thought. ’So kindhearted and considerate.’

Ever since she found someone to treat the Old Master, his condition had stabilized considerably. He’d even been recognizing people these past few days.

"Boss, that group is here to cause trouble again." Sebastian Lawson came in, knocking, his expression grim.

Tanner Sinclair stopped what he was doing, his face darkening, and strode outside.

A few people had arrived in the first-floor hall. Although they wore plain clothes, their arrogant demeanor made it clear upon closer inspection that they were no ordinary men.

"Where’s your boss? Didn’t you say the Body Refining Boxing Technique was so great? Then have him come out and we’ll see whose skills are stronger..."

The leader shouted, a disdainful sneer on his face.

The Martial Artists practicing nearby all stopped and looked over at them.

Tanner Sinclair quickly came down from the second floor, his face thunderous. "If you want another trip to the police station, keep making a scene."

"Oh... look who it is. The coward of the Sinclair Family finally comes out of his shell..."

"What can you do? The Sinclair Family built itself up by selling out its daughters for glory. If their Second Miss hadn’t hooked up with the Morgan Family, would they be where they are today?"

"Hey, did you guys hear? The Sinclair Family’s Eldest Miss threw herself at Young Master Kane a while back and already got dumped! Hahaha..."

Tanner Sinclair’s face was ashen with rage, his fists clenched tightly.

"You’re courting death..."

"Fourth Master, don’t be impulsive! This is exactly what they want, to force your hand..."

Sebastian Lawson gripped Tanner Sinclair’s arm firmly, urging him to hold back.

Just then, the leader flicked the cigarette from his mouth directly at Sebastian Lawson’s face and said brutishly, "What the hell does this have to do with you? Get him, boys..."

Several men lunged forward to beat up Sebastian Lawson, clearly trying to force Tanner Sinclair to act.

Just as Tanner Sinclair was about to throw a punch, a figure moved with extreme speed and held his arm back. He never touched the leader, but the man collapsed backward as if he’d been struck by a heavy blow, foaming at the mouth.

"Ah— He’s dead—"

The room erupted into chaos, but the boxing gym was quickly surrounded by a group of men in black.

The leader’s underlings all started accusing Tanner Sinclair of murder.

But the man in black who had stopped Tanner Sinclair said with a cold expression, "You know perfectly well whether he killed anyone or not. Take everyone in this room away—"

***

「The next day.」

The Veridia Martial Affairs Bureau issued a public statement:

[Recently, lawless individuals have been using Martial Artist communities and other communication platforms to find Martial Artists on the verge of breaking through to the martial master level. They are deliberately insulting and assaulting these individuals to create conflict and destabilize social order. We urge all Martial Artists to protect their personal safety and promptly call The Martial Affairs Bureau hotline at 555.]

Once this statement was released, the call volume to The Martial Affairs Bureau’s hotline skyrocketed.

After reviewing the information reported by Benjamin Morgan, the smile in Alvin Morgan’s eyes held no warmth. "When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits."

These incidents were no coincidence. Someone was deliberately trying to incite a war between the new and old generations of Martial Artists, subtly discrediting the Body Refining Boxing Technique and Aurora Sinclair in the process.

They just hadn’t expected that Aurora Sinclair would review the case files, or that he would so quickly find the common thread among all the cases, catch the suspects, and shatter the mastermind’s plot.

Currently, there were only two factions hostile to Aurora Sinclair: one was The Winslows of the Holy Mountain, and the other was The Shadow Organization.

Although it wasn’t yet clear which Power was behind it, no one dared to step up and make themselves Aurora Sinclair’s target now.

With her current strength and status, she had transformed from a pawn caught between the two Powers into a player who could make her own moves on the board.

SLAM—

A palm slammed heavily onto the table.

The radiating Power made the man kneeling by the table tremble with fear. His body shuddered slightly as he stared at the gray floor.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, dampening a patch of the ground.

"Have you cleaned up all the loose ends?" a soft voice whispered by his ear. It held no Attack Power, yet it made his body shake like a leaf.

"Reporting to you, Sir... they’re... they’re all... cleaned up!"

A black leather shoe appeared beneath his face, its toe lifting to raise his chin.

He saw a person wearing a silver mask looking at him indifferently. The mask was painted with a giant Toad, identical to the pet squatting on the person’s shoulder.

"Did you lead the trail to The Holy Mountain?"

The man’s body stiffened, terror flashing in his eyes.

"I... I didn’t get the chance... Spare me, Sir, spare me..."

His pleas for mercy were cut short by a sudden BANG.