Chapter 377: Chapter 353: One Person, One Car, One Ditto

Eugene Morgan was stunned. He looked up and saw that a ventilation panel had been forced open, and a rope was descending from above.

He grabbed the rope and climbed up with incredible speed, reaching the floor above the secret room.

A silver-haired Aurora Sinclair was standing there, with a small robot beside her.

The rope had been lowered from it.

"How did you know I was here?"

"We have two minutes. Follow me."

She quickly led him toward a destroyed section of the wall.

Along the way, the robot cleared a path ahead as the two of them sprinted for their lives toward the exit.

Suddenly, with a loud BANG, the entire wall began to shake violently. With grim expressions, they both leaped with all their might, grabbed the rope the robot had shot to the building across from them, and slid over.

Just as the entire building collapsed, the little robot also landed safely beside them.

Dawn Miles wiped the dirt from its screen and patted its head like one would a child.

Eugene Morgan collapsed onto the rooftop, staring at the ruins across from them. Still shaken, he asked, "How did you know I was there?"

"Drake Trent told me." Dawn Miles sat down on the ground, took a towel out of her pocket, and began wiping the dirt off the robot.

"Him..." Eugene Morgan let out a wry laugh.

He was the one who had swapped the medicine Drake Trent had arranged for Aurora Sinclair. After the Trent Family was eliminated, he was also the one who had taken Drake Trent to the Ministry of State Security’s detention center.

He never expected Drake would choose to save him.

"Drake Trent said that Elara Grant was a pawn Mrs. M used to test your loyalty. She’s the child of Linden Grant and a researcher, and she wore a mask on her face made to resemble my mother. The blood at the crime scene was also left by her intentionally, all to lure you into investigating this matter..."

Eugene Morgan’s face instantly turned pale. In order to investigate Elara Grant’s identity, he had used the excuse of searching for the Trent Family’s data drive to have her take him to several of the Trent Family’s labs. However, the data he copied was never sent to Mrs. M.

That must be why she disguised herself as Elara Grant to test his loyalty personally.

He looked at the mini-drive in his hand. The casing was ordinary, but its storage was limited, and he hadn’t switched out the drive he was using for copying.

’I was careless...’

"Someone will be here to pick you up soon."

Dawn Miles stood up, glanced at him, and prepared to leave with the robot.

Only then did Eugene Morgan notice her attire. She was dressed for travel, looking as if she were about to leave on a long trip. He couldn’t help but ask, "You’re leaving?"

"Mhm..."

"Does Alvin Morgan know?"

"He knows."

"Where are you going?"

Dawn Miles didn’t answer. She slid down a rope from the rooftop.

A nondescript car was parked below. She got into it with the robot and drove away.

Eugene Morgan: ...

’Why do I get the feeling that my sister-in-law is running away from home with her kid?’

***

The car suddenly stopped in a deserted area.

Dawn Miles leaned back in the driver’s seat and extended her arm to the robot beside her.

"Master, relax. Ditto Miles is going to give you an injection."

Alvin Morgan’s cheerful voice came from Ditto Miles’s speaker, creating an indescribably complex feeling.

Dawn Miles watched it for a moment, then sighed. "Ditto Miles, can’t your voice really be reset?"

While skillfully drawing liquid into a syringe, Ditto Miles said cheerfully, "Nope. Ditto Miles only has this one voice."

Dawn Miles: ...

"Master, hold the cotton swab in place for fifteen minutes. Starting the timer now."

Dawn Miles pressed the cotton swab down with a sense of resignation. She’d discovered that Ditto Miles’s personality was a lot like Leigh Miles’s—like a little mother hen. If she didn’t listen to it, it would switch into nagging mode.

"Master, this is a nerve suppressant. It can alleviate muscle pain and nerve stimulation."

Dawn Miles gave a slight nod.

This time, to deceive the Regulator from The Holy Mountain and protect her master, she had chosen the most extreme method: severing her own meridians.

Although she had severed them in a specific, controlled manner, it had still damaged her foundation.

The severe injuries to her meridians made her unable to connect with the "Power" in the natural world, much less use her meridians as a medium to wield it.

Therefore, according to The International Martial Alliance’s standards for assessing strength, her current power had dropped to the Ninth Rank of a Great Warrior.

However, her speed and physical Strength remained unchanged. Aside from being unable to cultivate "Power", she seemed no different than before.

"Ditto Miles, bring me the lockbox."

The lockbox was a silver case that only she could open.

After a retinal and fingerprint scan, the box opened automatically with a CLICK.

Inside were only four items:

A piece of pure white jade, which Alvin Morgan had insisted she take before she left.

A black notebook filled with chemical symbols.

And a stack of papers held together neatly by a small clip, along with a worn Sheepskin Scroll.

The papers contained a set of Fist Technique.

She picked up the papers and began to read through them carefully.

Recently, she had been studying this Fist Technique. To her pleasant surprise, she discovered that every time she practiced it, she gained a new understanding.

It was as if this Fist Technique was all-encompassing, containing everything.

Suddenly, an idea struck her. She immediately flipped through the Fist Technique from back to front and was shocked to find it was a completely new set of techniques.

She tried to practice it in her mind but found she couldn’t even picture the moves, as if it had been simplified from complexity back to its purest, most basic form.

This Fist Technique was magical; it went from something to nothing.

"Ditto Miles, find the nearest boxing gym."

"Okay, Master. However, Master, you just had an injection and need to rest for three days. You can’t engage in strenuous exercise. Strenuous exercise will cause your neural signals to transmit faster, and your muscle nerves..."

"Ditto Miles."

"Present, Master."

"Be quiet."

"Okay, Master."

The indicator light on Ditto Miles’s chest flashed twice, and it entered a temporary sleep mode.

The car finally fell silent.

Dawn Miles tossed the cotton swab, slammed on the accelerator, and sped off along the route Ditto Miles had chosen.

***

After driving to the boxing gym, Dawn Miles entered discreetly, wearing a hoodie and a mask.

It was a private boxing gym, not very large, with two floors.

The man at the front desk was covered in muscle. His short, spiky blond hair showed dark roots, and he wore a black skull earring, looking very cool.

"A private room." Dawn Miles placed a card on the counter and said coolly.

The man was playing on his phone and said with some annoyance, "150 an hour. Find an empty room yourself."

Dawn Miles silently took back her card and walked inside, pulling Ditto Miles, now in the form of a suitcase.

Past the front desk was a larger training area. In the center was a small boxing ring, surrounded by punching bags and fitness equipment.

The gym was crowded at this time, mostly with burly men.

They wore tank tops, their exposed arms bulging with muscle, looking incredibly strong.

A few of them had colorful tattoos on their right arms.

They looked surprised when they saw Dawn Miles. Most of the people who came here were martial artists, and they had never seen someone so slender show up, let alone pulling a suitcase.

"Hey, little bro, need a sparring partner?" a man doing arm presses on a machine suddenly asked.

He was wearing a tank top with the gym’s logo, so he was probably a coach.

Dawn Miles glanced at him, intending to refuse, but he shot her a look. ’Who is he wary of?’

Dawn Miles turned her head and saw only a few burly men with tattooed right arms.

"Little bro, I see you’re a new face. How about I just take you to a private room on the second floor?"

As he spoke, the male coach walked over and even offered to help her with the suitcase.

But Dawn Miles didn’t let him. "Please take me to a private room."

A flicker of delight showed in the coach’s eyes as he made an inviting gesture toward Dawn Miles.

"Boss, that bastard’s using us to drum up business again." Blondie, who was on a treadmill, spat with a look of slight anger.

"Seriously. If this dump wasn’t the only boxing gym around, I would’ve been outta here long ago instead of putting up with this crap." Purple, who was next to him, replied.

"Boss, what do you say we teach that bastard a lesson?"

"I’m in... Keep him from using us as his personal cash cow every day."

The men turned their heads expectantly toward the man lying on a machine, lifting weights.

The man was quite young. His hair wasn’t dyed in bright colors, but his entire upper body, from his neck to his navel, was covered in tattoos.

He wore a gold chain around his neck and two strings of Buddha Beads on his wrist. He looked like someone not to be trifled with.

"We’re leaving in a couple of days. Don’t cause trouble."

"But Boss, I can’t stomach this. When we leave, we have to give him what’s coming to him!" Blondie glanced upstairs and said resentfully.

***

「Private room, second floor.」

The coach enthusiastically turned on all the equipment in the room, his face friendly and eager.

"Have you ever had your Combat Power measured? This machine next to us can test it."

Dawn Miles glanced at the testing machine and shook her head.

"Then let me test it for you! The city’s Martial Alliance has been registering information on Martial Artists all over town. As long as your strength is decent, you can join the Alliance. Those thugs outside came here for that very reason..."

Dawn Miles thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

’I also want to see what my current strength level is.’

"The testing machine costs extra."

"How much?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"50 per test."

Dawn Miles nodded.

The coach put boxing gloves on her and pointed to the center of the target. "Hit right here, hard."

Dawn Miles nodded and, holding back her strength, quickly struck the center of the target.

"Just a moment, the result should appear in about ten seconds..."