Chapter 368: Chapter 344: How Many People Are Left in the Young Family?

The kickboxing competition arena.

The crowd stared, stunned, at the Veridian man on the fighting stage.

Just as he was about to be defeated by his opponent, he had a sudden burst of energy. His black hair turned white before their very eyes, and the Power emanating from him grew stronger and stronger.

Ordinary Martial Artists might have only vaguely sensed it, but every Martial Cultivator present had a drastic change in expression.

The people from the Martial World, in particular, broke into a flurry of discussion.

"Mr. Lockwood, what’s going on?"

"How did his hair change color?"

"He’s one of the Trents, isn’t he?"

"How did his strength increase so much all of a sudden? It’s like he jumped up an entire realm..."

Zane Lockwood’s lips tightened, and his face was grim as he remained silent.

Aside from a few of the Great Families and some of the Ancient Martial Families, most people in Veridia today were unaware of the A-Plan from forty years ago.

He had originally thought that, like the Eastern Highlanders of Masovia, the hair-changing phenomenon among the Trent Family only occurred in High Rank Martial Cultivators like Grandmasters and Martial Kings. He never expected to see it in a Martial Master Level competition.

Seeing Zane Lockwood’s silence, the crowd grew even more puzzled.

Meanwhile, the topic of the hair-changing fighter shot to the top of Veridia’s social media platforms.

#Kickboxer’sHairChangesColor#

#NewColorChangingHairDye#

#Chameleon#

...

"Sir, someone’s buying trending spots," Benjamin Morgan said to Alvin Morgan, his expression ugly after a round of trying to control the comments.

But Alvin Morgan replied calmly, "Ignore it."

His eyes remained fixed on the surveillance feed on his computer screen.

While investigating outsiders on the Cerulean Coast based on the red dot, they had discovered a private yacht belonging to the Trent Family.

The personnel records listed them all as members of the Trent Family. However, after cross-referencing with the massive population database, they found that two of them had officially died last year.

In other words, the group included people who had entered the country illegally, and one of them was someone his grandfather knew...

Benjamin Morgan, who was standing opposite him, was a bit surprised.

’His young master had always treated the topic of Chameleons with extreme caution. When the news about the Eastern Highlanders broke in Masovia, he had specifically controlled public opinion to expose the crimes of the Shadow Organization.’

’Why has he suddenly decided to ignore it now?’

"Sir, do you have other plans?"

Alvin Morgan looked up at him. "No."

Benjamin Morgan froze for a second, his brow furrowing deeper in complete confusion.

"Sir..."

Before he could say more, Beta Morgan’s voice came from outside the hospital room. "Sir, Raina Young’s nanny is here."

***

In the hospital corridor, Mama Young’s heart pounded with anxiety. That man had brought her near the hospital and told her to find Alvin Morgan.

But she was terrified that this Young Master of the Morgan Family would order her to be seized immediately. Then, a voice came from inside: 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Let her in."

Mama Young breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her head slightly, composed herself, and walked through the door into the hospital room.

The young man in the hospital bed looked to be in much better spirits than when she first saw him, but his expression was unreadable.

"Please, have a seat—"

Although Mama Young sat down gracefully, her expression was anxious, as if she had something important to say.

As soon as she was seated, she said bluntly, "Young Lord Morgan, I am here to report to you that the Trent Family is connected to the deaths of Aurora Sinclair’s parents."

"I know," Alvin Morgan replied, his face a placid mask. His cool gaze seemed to see through everything, causing the panic Mama Young had just managed to suppress to resurface.

"Young Lord Morgan, Seawell Pharma has a secret laboratory collaborating with IBG. They’re conducting a large number of human experiments inside. Drake Trent’s advancement to Martial King is related to these experiments..."

"I already know everything about the Trent Family’s affairs."

Mama Young’s hands, resting on her lap, suddenly tightened, and she pressed her lips together.

Alvin Morgan watched her for a moment before asking calmly, "Forty years ago, three volumes of the Young Family Notes vanished without a trace. Who took them? And where did they end up?"

Mama Young raised her head slightly, giving Alvin Morgan a complicated look. "I know very little about what happened to the Young Family back then. After the defection incident, several of the Young Family’s laboratories were forced to disband. The old Family Head grew melancholic and his health deteriorated. Later, Mr. Grant took charge of all the Young Family’s research projects. The Young Family Notes should be in his possession..."

"Where is Linden Grant?" Alvin Morgan asked.

Mama Young trembled and shook her head. "After the two family heads passed away, my mistress married Victor Trent in Crestland. From then on, all of the Young Family’s business was managed by Victor Trent. As for Mr. Grant’s whereabouts, Victor Trent would know best."

"How many people are left in the Young Family now?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Mama Young’s face. "I’m just a servant. I usually stay in the kitchen and don’t have much contact with outsiders."

Standing beside them, Benjamin Morgan suddenly felt a sense of sorrow. He recalled how the Young Family had once been a super-power among the Great Families of Kingsford.

Their talented members were countless. The Young Family made up half the staff in all the major pharmaceutical and biological research institutes, possessing even more scientific talent than the Morgan Family has today.

"Benjamin, tell her..."

Benjamin Morgan glanced at his young master and took a step forward.

"Of the original researchers from the Young Family’s labs, 89 are still active. Of those, Victor Trent has lured 52 to Seawell Pharmaceuticals with high salaries to work on Trent Family projects. Another 18 left to join the Warner Group. Now, only 19 researchers remain in the labs under the Young Family’s enterprise, maintaining the old projects. Most of them are former students of Professor Young..."

Mama Young’s body trembled slightly, as if she couldn’t believe what Benjamin Morgan was saying.

"But my mistress receives huge dividends every year..."

Benjamin Morgan pushed up his glasses, a cold light in his eyes. "The Young Family held numerous patents back in the day. The royalties from those patents are indeed an astronomical sum, and the Trent Family used them to quickly establish a foothold in the pharmaceutical industry. The annual dividends you receive don’t even amount to a fraction of that patent income..."

The old woman in the chair was so shocked she sat frozen for a long time, like a statue.

Alvin Morgan said coolly, "There are 134 patents in total. 57 of them are Professor Young’s personal patents..."

He stopped there, leaving Mama Young to turn pale, her lips trembling, unsure how to respond.

"Do I need to repeat how the massacre that wiped out Professor Young’s family happened back then?"

With a THUD, Mama Young fell to her knees. "Young Lord Morgan, that was all the old Family Head’s doing! It had nothing to do with my mistress..."

"But what about the deaths of Aurora’s parents?"

Mama Young froze.

The man’s gaze was as cold as a flaying knife. His lips parted slightly, and he uttered two words: "The Gordons."

The color drained from Mama Young’s face, leaving it ashen.

Outside the hospital room, Dawn Miles lowered her head, pursed her lips, and turned to leave.

***

The MAB Kingsford Headquarters was only two streets away from the Veridian Martial Alliance building, making it easy to find.

It had a plain and low-key exterior. If not for the special insignia at the entrance, no one would likely guess it was one of the nation’s most important security departments.

Inside the gates stood three small white buildings, none of them particularly tall.

The front building was the office area for agents of all ranks, while the two buildings behind it were used for the temporary detention of suspects.

Raina Young was being held in a small cell in one of those buildings.

"Miss, Raina Young is being held here."

A man in a silver mask turned to look at the person in the back seat.

She was a beautiful girl whose eyes and brow bore a strong resemblance to Raina Young, but with an added touch of determination.

She skillfully loaded the gun that was on the seat, tucked it into the inside of her sweatsuit, pulled on a hoodie and a face mask, and pushed the car door open.

Twenty minutes later—

"Raina Young, you have a visitor. Family."