My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 462 - 424: Who on Earth Are You?

This time, Aurora Sinclair returned to the International Penitentiary with Alvin Morgan accompanying her.

The official story was that he was her assistant, primarily responsible for helping her manage the prison’s affairs.

Although it wasn’t specified what exactly Alvin Morgan would be doing or whose job he would be taking over, the managers of the general population sector felt their hearts sink.

Horace Linton and his subordinates, in particular, were already convinced that Alvin Morgan was there to steal their jobs.

Thus, while Horace Linton and his men were outwardly respectful to Alvin Morgan, they secretly monitored his every move.

They kept him in the dark about all important prison matters and instead treated him like a coddled young master from a Great Family.

However, Alvin Morgan let them feign compliance. When he had nothing else to do, he would go to the general population sector to chat with the inmates, seemingly uninterested in involving himself in prison management.

"Lord Linton, that Assistant Morgan went to Sector One to chat again. This time, he even started teaching them boxing."

"What kind of boxing?" Horace Linton stopped his practice and turned to face his trusted subordinate.

"It’s the Body Refining Boxing Technique, the new Cultivation Technique released by the International Martial Alliance."

Horace Linton’s brow slowly furrowed. He pondered for a long time, but he couldn’t understand what Alvin Morgan’s goal was.

"Besides that, has he done anything else?"

"No, he just continues to make small talk with them."

Horace Linton paced for a while longer with his hands behind his back, then looked at his subordinate. "Go sound him out. Ask him if he needs anything."

"Understood!"

Zeke Linton hurried toward General Sector One.

The inmates held here were all minor offenders. Basically, none were involved in murder cases, and most would be released after a few years.

They were all disciples from families of the Martial World. Although they had failed to become Martial Artists, they still knew about the Martial World’s affairs. Thus, to protect the Martial World’s secrets, these individuals were also locked up in the International Penitentiary.

At that moment, Alvin Morgan was teaching these disciples from the Ancient Martial Arts families how to practice boxing.

"Warden Morgan, can this boxing technique really help us become Martial Artists?"

Alvin Morgan nodded. "In a few days, I’ll have someone bring in new Martial Force Testers. You’ll know for yourselves once you try them."

Hearing this, the inmates were overjoyed and practiced with even greater enthusiasm.

Although they were born into Ancient Martial Arts families, their talent for martial cultivation was exceptionally poor, causing them to suffer endless ostracism and ridicule within their families.

Even when they got into trouble, their families didn’t care, leaving them to fend for themselves in the International Penitentiary.

And now, the warden, Lord Sinclair, had actually sent someone to teach them martial arts and even promised they could become Martial Artists—something they had never dared to dream of in their entire lives.

Just as the inmates were practicing with fervent intensity, Zeke Linton’s voice suddenly rang out.

"Lord Morgan..."

The inmates looked over and saw the normally stern Warden Linton beaming at the new Warden Morgan.

This meant the new warden had a powerful background and was likely connected to one of the high-ranking figures in the special sector.

The inmates watched with curiosity.

Alvin Morgan walked slowly to the courtyard gate. "What is it?"

Zeke Linton was holding a bag containing several bottles of drinks and mineral water.

"Lord Morgan, you’ve been busy for quite a while. I brought you some refreshments."

A slight smile touched Alvin Morgan’s lips. "Thank you, Lord Linton. I am a bit thirsty."

Zeke Linton quickly swiped a card to open the gate and walked into the inmates’ activity yard, carrying the bag.

"You’re too kind. Just say the word if you need anything."

Alvin Morgan took the bag and, as it happened, did ask him for a favor.

***

「The Warden’s Office.」

Horace Linton stared at Zeke Linton in astonishment, his movements so abrupt that a good deal of tea sloshed out of his cup.

Zeke Linton continued, "He wants to place two new Martial Force Testers in the general population sector."

"He didn’t say anything else?"

"No. From what I can tell, he’s completely focused on teaching those inmates martial arts."

Recalling what Alvin Morgan had told him, Zeke Linton felt that he truly wasn’t interested in their official duties.

"Sir, he also said that teaching them martial arts is to reduce their recidivism rate after they’re released."

Horace Linton thought for a moment, then beckoned to Zeke Linton. "Go and prepare what he needs. From now on, stick by his side and monitor his every action. Report anything unusual immediately."

"Yes, sir..."

Horace Linton watched Zeke Linton’s retreating back, then picked up his teacup and took another sip.

’I refuse to believe that the newly appointed supervisor has no ulterior motives.’

「Meanwhile.」

Aurora Sinclair walked toward the special offenders’ sector, holding an ancient-looking wooden box.

The Basic Supervisor who opened the door bowed respectfully to her and led the way.

"My Lord, the person you wish to see is in Sector C, Cell 12."

Aurora Sinclair nodded.

The two of them passed through a long, oppressive corridor and arrived at the security gate for Sector C.

Aurora Sinclair swiped the card in her hand, which represented the highest level of clearance, and walked slowly through the special metal door as it opened.

"Wait for me out here."

The Basic Supervisor paused for a moment, bowed respectfully again, and stood waiting outside the door.

Aurora Sinclair walked slowly to Cell 12, carrying the wooden box in one hand.

There was a small observation window on the cell door. Aurora Sinclair opened it and glanced inside.

The room inside wasn’t large, only a little over a hundred square feet, containing a bed and a small, partitioned toilet, but no other furnishings.

A small, square window was set into one of the walls, and the only light in the room came from the sunlight shining through it.

Aurora Sinclair swiped her card and opened the cell door.

The man sitting cross-legged on the bed didn’t open his eyes. He was as still as a statue, seemingly deep in meditation.

"Donovan Lockwood..." Aurora Sinclair called out softly, leaning against the wall.

The man on the bed’s eyes snapped open, as if he couldn’t believe she was the one who had entered.

"It’s you?"

But soon, his gaze was drawn to the box Aurora Sinclair was holding casually. "Where did you get that box?"

Aurora Sinclair glanced down at it, then tossed the box to him. "The Lockwood Family gave it to me."

The box was ordinary, its corners worn smooth with age, but Donovan Lockwood recognized it at a glance. It was the ancestral wooden box his father had given him back when he was still with the Lockwood Family.

He traced the marks on the wooden box, then raised his head to look at Aurora Sinclair. "Who exactly are you? The Morgans shouldn’t have the power to get you in here."

Aurora Sinclair brandished the Black Card in her hand and said coolly, "This place is under my management now."

Donovan Lockwood was stunned. He looked her up and down repeatedly. "The previous Lord Linton..."

"He went to the Holy Mountain. I’m the Intermediate Supervisor who took over for him."

Donovan Lockwood’s pupils contracted slightly. He studied her for a moment, then placed the wooden box aside and sat up straight. "You didn’t come here just to bring me a wooden box, did you?"

"I want the addresses of the Super Soldiers who are still alive."

A smirk played on Donovan Lockwood’s lips. "What makes you so sure I’ll tell you? Don’t forget, you’re the one who put me in here."

"But you’re not dead."

The smirk on Donovan Lockwood’s face froze.

Aurora Sinclair continued, "The Holy Mountain is actively hunting down the remnants of the Harrow Clan, which includes your leader, Jasper Harrow. Or perhaps you know him as Henry Harrow..."

Donovan Lockwood’s hands gripped the bedsheet beneath him tightly. "What do you know?"

"I know basically everything that happened forty years ago. If you tell me the whereabouts of these people, I can still protect their lives. But if they fall into the hands of the Winslows of the Holy Mountain, there’s only one fate awaiting them..."

Annihilation—