Chapter 376: Chapter 352: Take Ditto Number 2 With You

The moonlit night was cold and clear. A pale frost coated the ground, and the chirping of insects had ceased. The wind was still, the clouds unmoving.

Ronan Warner emerged wearily from the treatment room and shook his head at Master Aerion.

"Her life isn’t in danger, but her main pulse has been severed. I’m afraid she’ll never be able to practice martial arts again."

A dead silence fell over the crowd at his words.

Alvin Morgan’s hand, resting on the back of a chair, suddenly clenched. His face was as white as a sheet, his heart wracked with pain.

Master Aerion stared at him in disbelief for a long moment before asking in a trembling voice, "What about reconnecting her pulse? Like with the Lowell girl..."

Ronan Warner hesitated. "I’m afraid that’s impossible. Her meridians are no longer ordinary. Even with all your Cultivation, you wouldn’t be able to restore them to their original state."

Master Aerion swayed, seeming to age decades in an instant.

On the rooftop, two figures seemed to finally relax upon hearing this. With a leap, they vanished into the distance, as unnoticed as they were upon their arrival.

The girl on the operating table finally let her hard-won consciousness slip away, allowing herself to sink into darkness.

"Let’s drop the matter. Master Aerion is still a Guardian."

"Yes... My Lord."

***

「A few days later.」

Several incidents of Martial Artists dying suddenly occurred around the world. These individuals were almost all Chameleons.

In an instant, pharmaceutical companies like the IBG Group became the target of public condemnation and scorn.

The Super Soldier incident from forty years ago was dredged up once more, thrusting Crestland and Veridia into the eye of a public opinion storm.

The Martial Alliances of both nations were forced to issue public statements to clear their names and condemn these unscrupulous pharmaceutical companies.

The outside world was in turmoil, changing with every breath, but one hospital room remained as quiet as ever.

The girl in the hospital bed had silver-white hair and a faint, weak breath.

The Power Domain around her body was dissipating bit by bit, returning to nothingness.

Powerless to stop it, a heartbroken Master Aerion left behind a simple, old-fashioned envelope and returned to Sunstone to enter seclusion.

Inside the envelope was only the simplest of yellow peace charms, with the words "Safe travels" written on it.

Ronan Warner sat by the bedside and sighed. "I must have owed you and your master a debt in my past life..."

The girl in the bed slowly opened her eyes. Her pale gray pupils stared at the ceiling, and she remained silent.

"Do you want to see the Morgan boy? He’s been waiting at the door this whole time."

Dawn Miles’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she gave a soft "Mm."

"Morgan boy, come on in!" Ronan Warner stood up and walked out, shaking his head as he went, seemingly very annoyed.

The hospital room was quiet. Accompanied by the scraping sound of a wheelchair rolling across the floor, the face in Dawn Miles’s mind grew clearer and clearer, and her heart began to pound in her chest.

Soon, her hand was enveloped by a pair of large hands, their palms slightly damp and warm.

"Does it hurt?"

Alvin Morgan’s voice was a little hoarse, and he held her hand tightly.

Dawn Miles shook her head gently and turned to look at him. The man before her was still handsome, but his eyes were lifeless, as fragile and flickering as a candle flame in the dark of night.

"I remember some things," Dawn Miles said in a raspy voice. "I’m sorry. I can’t protect you anymore."

Alvin Morgan’s grip tightened. After looking at her for a long time, he said, "Take Ditto Number 2 with you when you leave."

Their eyes met, and without another word, they understood each other completely.

"Okay."

***

This summer seemed short, yet it was filled with one explosive news story after another.

Following the Chameleon controversy, several major shareholders on the IBG Group’s board of directors mysteriously disappeared. The International Martial Arts Bureau investigated for a long time but found no leads, ultimately resorting to offering a large reward for any relevant information.

As a result, IBG’s stock price evaporated by hundreds of billions overnight. This caused the capital chain for all of its overseas investment projects to break, bringing them to the brink of bankruptcy. Among them was the Trent Family’s Seawell Pharma.

「In a secret detention center.」

The heavy sound of chains dragging across the floor echoed with a CLANK, CLANK.

A heavy iron door was opened, and a man with a stooped back and silver-white hair walked out.

"Drake Trent, you have fifteen minutes."

The emotionless voice was grating to the ear.

When the Trent Family was wiped out, he had been medicated, was a step too late, and managed to escape the disaster.

Later, someone brought him here. That person told him that if he wanted to live, he should just stay put.

He knew he was imprisoned, but compared to the other members of the Trent Family who had died so horribly, he was undoubtedly lucky.

There was no freedom here, but it was a rare pocket of safety and quiet.

These past few days, he had been thinking about what had recently happened to the Trent Family and couldn’t help but sneer self-deprecatingly.

The door in front of him slowly opened, revealing a familiar figure inside.

His lips curved upward slightly as he let out a soft laugh. "I was just wondering who would come to see me. I never expected it to be you..."

"Where is the hard drive with the original data for Seawell Pharma?"

"You’re interested in that?" Drake Trent slowly sat down, placing his hands casually on the table.

The clanking of the chains made the person across from him glance over.

"Where is the data?"

Drake Trent said flatly, "I never understood why Mr. Grant wanted the Trent Family to lie low and keep a low profile, but now I finally get it. If you can help the Trent Family get revenge, I’ll give you the data..."

But the person across from him shook their head without hesitation. "Your only choice is to give it to me."

Hearing this, Drake Trent sneered, "And what if I don’t?"

Before he had even finished speaking, the person across from him stood up and said coldly, "Then nothing."

They took a step, preparing to leave.

"Aurora Sinclair—"

Her footsteps stopped.

Drake Trent looked defeated. He replied with a self-mocking tone, "The hard drive is with the Yamada Clan, in my mother’s old chambers..."

"Thank you."

Drake Trent watched Aurora Sinclair’s retreating back, his gaze dimming considerably. "You’re a fool..."

***

「A few days later.」

Two figures snuck into the sealed-off Seawell Pharma laboratory.

One of the figures expertly walked into an office. After tapping a few bricks, a hidden door gradually opened.

The two quickly entered the hidden door and arrived in a secret room.

There were quite a few data files in this room.

"My father usually kept his encrypted files here," Elara Grant said, pointing to one of the computers.

Eugene Morgan immediately sat down, turned on the computer, and began searching for the hidden data.

After searching through a dozen or so folders, he finally found one named "Project S and Project X."

He opened it. Project S was about the Son of God, and Project X was about cloning technology.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the room’s door suddenly locked.

Then, Elara Grant’s voice came from a speaker somewhere. "The master doesn’t trust you. You might as well die!"

A BEEP-BEEP-BEEP alarm suddenly blared through the room—it sounded like the lab’s self-destruct sequence.

Eugene Morgan’s face paled, and he slammed his fist hard against the locked door.

"Damn it—"

Outside the door, a slight smile played on Elara Grant’s lips. As she walked, she slowly peeled the skin from her face, revealing a beautiful face underneath.

Her azure eyes glinted with killing intent. "Y, I gave you a chance. Since you didn’t cherish it, don’t blame me for this."

The woman pulled a phone from her pocket, made a call, and said coldly, "Move out!"

Inside the lab, Eugene Morgan stared despairingly at the ceiling. He never would have imagined that Mrs. M knew the Disguise Technique and was so skilled.

’I was by her side for three years and never once saw her make a move. This woman is terrifying.’

The self-destruct sequence was only thirty minutes long. He immediately pulled out a sharp dagger, gritted his teeth, and sliced open the tightly adhered biological skin on his left arm.

From inside, he dug out a small chip.

He inserted the chip into the card reader in front of the computer, his fingers trembling as he typed out a line of text:

[Whitlock, I’m sorry. In the next life, I hope I can still have a stupid little brother like you.]

Just as his finger was about to press the enter key, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from above his head:

"If you have something to say, say it to my face. We have five minutes—"