Chapter 193: Chapter 187: Damn You, Black! Give Me Back My Mine on the Western Continent

On a mountain road in the Kingsford Outskirts, a man knelt trembling on the ground, kowtowing.

“Master, I have failed in my duty. I let someone steal two boxes of the medicine.”

A black sedan was parked in front of him. The person inside wore a hat that obscured their face.

“Clean up your loose ends…”

A hoarse voice, like that of an old man, drifted from the car.

A flicker of joy appeared in the kneeling man’s eyes. As long as he was still useful, he wouldn’t be eliminated.

The car window rolled up, and the vehicle drove away.

Only then did the man on the ground slowly get to his feet, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

’The Master’s skills have improved again. Just his presence alone was suffocating.’

The man staggered over to a luxury car, opened the door, and got into the driver’s seat.

The car sped off as if a vicious wolf were chasing it.

Several hours later, he drove into a low-key, traditional courtyard.

As soon as he opened the car door, a man dressed as a butler came to greet him.

“Family Head, Donovan West has talked…”

“Then kill him.”

The butler’s eyes narrowed. He shivered inwardly as he saw his family head’s faltering steps and the mud splattered on his brand-new suit.

“Go arrange a meeting with the Quincy Family!”

***

“RING—”

The bell rang, signaling the end of the first big lecture at Arcadian University.

Alvin Morgan was gathering his books, ready to return to his office, when a tall figure pushed the door open from the outside and entered.

Joyce Guthrie was here again.

Today, she wore a chiffon maxi dress, her hair tied up high. It was a departure from her usual demure style, making her look rather playful and young. She wore no makeup, just a touch of lip gloss.

“Morgan, where’s Aurora?”

Alvin Morgan raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” His voice was cold and distant.

Joyce Guthrie smiled and pulled a long jewelry box from her bag. “This is for Aurora. Oh? Didn’t she come to class? She didn’t actually drink too much last night, did she?”

At this, she added with a hint of guilt, “Yesterday, I couldn’t stop those guys from making Aurora drink so much…”

The students nearby overheard this, and strange looks appeared in their eyes.

Alvin Morgan watched her for a moment before turning and walking away without a word.

“Morgan, wait…”

Joyce Guthrie bit her lip, her gaze darkening, but she still followed Alvin Morgan toward the physics laboratory building.

It wasn’t until they reached the top floor that Benjamin Morgan appeared and blocked her path. “Miss Guthrie, please conduct yourself with dignity!”

“I just wanted to give something to Aurora.” Joyce Guthrie looked a little embarrassed.

She had followed him all this way, and Alvin Morgan’s indifference was like a sharp sword piercing her heart.

’He’s just like he’s always been, hating it when women cling to him.’

Benjamin Morgan glanced at the jewelry box in her hand and adjusted his glasses. “Miss Guthrie, please address my master as Professor Morgan while on campus! I will pass this on to Aurora.”

Joyce Guthrie looked at his outstretched hand, her heart tightening, and placed the box in it.

Benjamin Morgan nodded and made a “please leave” gesture.

After she left, he turned and entered Alvin Morgan’s office.

Inside, no one was at the desk. Benjamin Morgan glanced at the half-open door to the inner room and said softly, “Sir, Miss Guthrie from the Guthrie Family left a jewelry box for Aurora.”

“Throw it away…”

“Yes, sir—”

On the bed, Aurora Sinclair had already opened her blurry eyes. “Is class over?”

“Go back to sleep. I already got you out of your next class.”

Aurora Sinclair hummed in agreement and shifted her position.

Perhaps it was the effect of last night’s alcohol, but she had been sleeping very soundly. She only woke up when Alvin Morgan entered the room.

Overcome with drowsiness, Aurora Sinclair quickly fell fast asleep again.

Alvin Morgan got up, tucked her in, and left the break room.

Outside the door, Benjamin Morgan was cheerfully looking at his phone. The moment he saw Alvin, he was so startled that he immediately put his phone down and said guiltily, “Sir, we’ve received word from Dean Morgan. He’s almost at Sunstone.”

“Mm.” Alvin Morgan walked to his desk, opened his laptop, and casually tapped a few keys. A web portal popped up on the screen, and he typed a string of letters into it: Black.

The webpage initiated a retinal scan for verification.

At the same time, four people in different countries suddenly received a notification: Your friend Black is online!

“Holy shit! This guy’s finally online.”

“You bastard, Black! You ripped me off! Give me back that mine in Westoria—”

“Black, you bloodsucker! It was just two million, wasn’t it? Was it worth screwing me over so badly that I nearly got wiped out by the International Penitentiary…”

Curses in various languages followed. Alvin Morgan muted the audio directly, but not before Benjamin Morgan heard them.

His expression changed slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

’In this world, only these three mercenary leaders would dare to curse his master so arrogantly.’

The International Mercenary Alliance had a total of five S-level mercenaries. His master was one of them, famous throughout the entire Alliance as a hacker.

Although the identities of the other four were mysterious, his master had basically guessed the true identities of three of them.

Only one person, called The Silver Wolf, rarely came online to ask his master for help, so their identity remained unknown for now.

Alvin Morgan sent a separate message back to each of them:

[Ever seen someone’s pupils change color?]

A certain someone, currently mining in Westoria, shuddered and replied cautiously, “You saw it?”

[Caught one. Why, have you seen it before?]

“How is that possible… hahaha…”

Alvin Morgan’s gaze darkened. He tapped a few more keys on his computer, and a large map suddenly appeared on the screen, displaying a small red dot.

He took a screenshot and sent it directly.

[How about I send them to the International Penitentiary?]

“Don’t! Black, aren’t we brothers? Fine, I’ll tell you, okay? I saw one in Masovia…”

***

「In the break room.」

Aurora Sinclair was woken by the ringing of her phone. A glance showed that it was a call from Jean Quincy.

“Aurora, I got tickets to Darius Lynch’s reality show! You, me, and Luna should all go together on Saturday!”

Aurora Sinclair checked the calendar on her phone. Seeing she had no competitions this week, she agreed.

On the other end, Jean Quincy hung up the phone. She looked at the three tickets in her hand and, in her excitement, gave them a kiss.

These had been sent to her personally by Darius Lynch’s agent as thanks for her contributions to his fan club.

The reality show Darius Lynch was participating in this time was called Star Challenge, and it mainly involved celebrities teaming up to complete various tasks.

And as regular people, they would need to help the celebrities complete the challenges.

The thought of getting up close and personal with Darius Lynch made Jean Quincy so excited she wanted to dance in the hallway.

“What’s got you so happy? What did you get?”

Suddenly, a female voice interrupted her excitement.

Jean Quincy’s smile vanished instantly. She quickly stuffed the tickets in her hand into her pocket.

And said respectfully, “Greetings, Young Master!”

The girl who entered had striking, androgynous features. She had a neat, short haircut, a smile on her face, and a silver stud in one earlobe, making her look even more handsome than most boys.

She was Sharon Quincy, the eldest young lady of the Quincy Family’s core lineage, and also the family’s Young Master.

The Quincy Family was different from others; the position of Family Head was always held by a woman. This was because the Quincy Family possessed a “fragmentary inherited text” that was only suitable for women to cultivate. If a man were to practice it to a certain level, his meridians would fall into chaos, and his body would explode, causing his death.

This young lady had a very high talent for martial arts. At only 23 years old, she was already a Great Martial Master Ninth Rank, which was why she had become the new Young Master of the Quincy Family.

Sharon Quincy said with a smile, “I heard you shouting from outside. You like Darius Lynch that much? Do you want me to get you a role in a new drama he’s in?”

The Quincy Family was well-connected in the entertainment industry. In particular, several luxury clothing brands under the Quincy Family’s name were endorsed by designated A-list celebrities, making them major investors in showbiz.

Ever since the Head of the Quincy Family saw Aurora Sinclair at the opening ceremony, she had elevated Alden Quincy’s branch of the family’s status. As a result, this Young Master, Sharon Quincy, often came over from the neighboring school to get closer to her.

Jean Quincy was incredibly excited, unable to contain her joy. She immediately steadied her voice and replied, neither servile nor overbearing, “Thank you, Young Master.”

Sharon Quincy lifted a hand to sling an arm around her shoulder, turning her head to say affectionately, “How about I join you on Saturday?”

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