Chapter 364: Chapter 342: Cassius Morgan, You Lost

Eugene Morgan looked at the small silver case in the woman’s hands, then took his leave.

"Ma’am, isn’t this too risky?" the man beside her asked with concern.

The smile on the woman’s face slowly faded, and a cold light seemed to flash in her azure eyes.

"That is precisely why we must see if he is truly loyal to Sir."

The woman’s voice was no longer soft, but had become considerably sterner.

IBG Group has six overseas laboratories in total. Three have already been destroyed. We cannot afford any further losses.

The man’s expression grew solemn.

***

As the last glimmer of sunset faded, the city’s lights began to shine.

In the interrogation room, bright as day, Victor Trent sat calmly on one side of the table. His eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.

"Master Trent, thank you for your cooperation. You may leave now," Alec said with a friendly smile as he pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

But Victor Trent didn’t move. Alec, puzzled, called his name a couple more times, but still got no response.

The two men standing behind Victor Trent looked startled. They rushed forward to touch him, only to discover his body was already cold and stiff.

"Somebody, quick—"

Victor Trent’s sudden death caught everyone completely off guard.

Alec was simply dumbfounded, his heart sinking with a dreadful lurch.

Ronan Warner was summoned over by a phone call. A discrete examination revealed that Victor Trent had died from poison.

The poison was a rare, slow-acting neurotoxin that takes five to six hours to take effect.

In other words, Victor Trent had been poisoned before he even arrived at The Martial Affairs Bureau.

If he had died outside, The Martial Affairs Bureau could have conducted a proper investigation. But for him to die in their interrogation room... that made things complicated.

The Trent Family was currently at its zenith. With over a dozen Martial Kings, their power was enough to crush all the other Great Families. If this news got out, those Martial Kings could turn Kingsford upside down.

"Mr. Morgan, what should we do?" Alec asked.

Five or six hours ago was right around the lunch break. Victor Trent had been eating in the dining hall that The Martial Alliance had prepared for the delegates from each country.

That made the pool of suspects incredibly large. Investigating them one by one would be difficult, could easily cause a disturbance, and would damage The Martial Alliance’s international reputation.

"Go get Alvin Morgan."

"I’m already here."

The door swung open, revealing Alvin Morgan in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the laptop resting on his knees.

Beta Morgan was pushing him in from behind.

"Based on the surveillance footage and the autopsy report, the suspects have been narrowed down to the eight Great Families of Kingsford..."

Alvin Morgan looked up, his gaze holding a profound meaning as he spoke softly.

Cassius Morgan’s expression darkened.

***

Drake Trent and August Trent were "invited" to The Martial Affairs Bureau. Several Trent Family bodyguards accompanied them. The fluctuations of Power from these guards were faint, but no one from the Bureau dared to underestimate them, for they were all Martial Kings.

"I heard the Sherwood Clansmen have returned to their hotel. Where is my father?" Drake Trent demanded, his expression grim, as soon as he saw Alec.

Steeling himself, Alec invited Drake Trent inside. "Mr. Trent, could you please come in alone?"

"What are you planning?" August Trent asked, a hint of suspicion on his face.

"What’s the matter? Afraid to come in?"

Alvin Morgan’s voice came from within the room. Drake Trent froze for a moment, then took a few steps forward and saw Alvin Morgan and Aurora Sinclair sitting inside.

His expression hardened. Unwilling to seem intimidated, he strode into the room.

The door was shut, and a powerful Power Domain sealed the entire room like a lethal electric fence, making the Martial Kings outside recoil in trepidation.

Drake Trent glared at Alvin Morgan with hostility. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Alvin looked just like the bodyguard who always followed Grace Sherwood during his visit to the Sherwood Family, and that Aurora Sinclair was really Joy Young.

"Young Lord Morgan, why did you summon me?"

Alvin Morgan picked up the remote on the table and pressed a button. A black-and-white surveillance video appeared on the wall-mounted television screen.

"Between 12:00 PM and 2:00 PM, who did your father have contact with?"

Drake Trent assumed Alvin was investigating the dealings between the Trent Family and the Sherwood Clan. He crossed his arms and retorted defiantly, "You have the surveillance footage, don’t you? How could you not know?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Alvin Morgan stated flatly, "Your father, like your brother before him, was poisoned and died in an interrogation room."

"What?" Drake Trent shot to his feet, his eyes wide with savage fury. The hands at his sides clenched into fists as a torrent of Power surged directly at Alvin Morgan.

An invisible Power Domain blocked his furious assault. Dawn Miles raised a single finger and made a light tapping motion.

Drake Trent suddenly felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain pressing down on him, forcing him back into his seat.

Alvin Morgan’s expression remained unchanged. "I’m very sorry," he said calmly. "According to the autopsy, the poison your father ingested was a slow-acting neurotoxin with an onset time of roughly five hours..."