My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 402 - 376: My Sexual Orientation Is Normal

"What?"

Beta Morgan was so startled he almost dropped his phone.

His heart seized up. ’What on earth is that madwoman thinking?’

Turning a Regulator over to the Martial Affairs Bureau? What kind of move was that?

Beta Morgan didn’t care if he angered his master right now; he immediately went to open the car door.

"Sir, this is bad! Aurora turned a Basic Supervisor in to the Martial Affairs Bureau."

Alvin Morgan’s hands froze on the keyboard. He snapped his head up, his eyes filled with grim gravity.

Beta Morgan held the phone out. "It’s Eugene’s call. He can explain."

At that moment, Eugene Morgan had a splitting headache. Beside him, the director of the Martial Affairs Bureau was on the phone with his counterpart in Niphoria.

"Aurora crippled him outright and even provided a video of the Basic Supervisor hunting her down. The people in Niphoria don’t dare handle this, so they’re preparing to report it to IMAB Central Command. Since Aurora is from Veridia, they made a point of calling to inform us..."

"I understand."

Alvin Morgan’s voice was ice-cold, his face devoid of any expression.

Beta Morgan’s heart hammered in his chest. He had a feeling his master was about to do something earth-shattering again.

Alvin Morgan put down the phone and turned to his computer. This time, he typed a special URL directly into the address bar, instantly logging into the official website of the International Mercenary Alliance.

[Black] Blaster, I need a favor.

A reply came back quickly.

[The Blaster] Black, do you have to be so dramatic when you contact someone? I thought my devices were infected with a virus.

[Black] In a few minutes, the Niphorian Martial Affairs Bureau will transfer a special case to your headquarters. It might land on your desk...

As Krell Sharp was typing, his phone suddenly rang. A glance at the screen revealed it was the director of IMAB Central Command.

He glanced back at his computer and typed a quick reply:

[The Blaster] You didn’t get into some kind of trouble, did you?

The director was calling for a meeting in five minutes. S-level security clearance.

[Black] My fiancée turned a Basic Supervisor in to the Martial Affairs Bureau.

Krell Sharp was putting on his headset. When he saw that message, he choked on his own saliva and burst into a violent coughing fit.

In disbelief, he pressed the voice message button. "Black, you’re not kidding, are you? This isn’t a funny joke..."

[Black] Please let me know when there’s a decision.

After sending the message, Alvin Morgan snapped his laptop shut. He leaned back against the sofa, pinching the bridge of his nose as if deep in thought.

From the driver’s seat, Beta Morgan carefully turned around, holding out the phone, which was hot from vibrating. "Sir, it’s the Old Master."

"Put him through."

Beta Morgan immediately answered the call. The Old Master’s grave voice came through the speaker. "What do you plan to do about Aurora’s situation?"

"Prepare for the worst."

The other end was silent for a long time. "Does it have to be her?"

Beta Morgan’s head snapped up, and he stared nervously at his master.

He saw an indifferent face. "Yes..."

Another stretch of silence.

The atmosphere in the car was so heavy it was hard to breathe.

"Alvin, Eugene is back..."

Alvin Morgan looked at Beta Morgan’s panicked expression and said calmly, "I will leave the Morgan Family."

"Fine..."

The line went dead.

"Sir, I’ll go with you," Beta Morgan said urgently, his eyes filled with panic.

For the first time, Alvin Morgan studied Beta Morgan intently for a long moment, staring until Beta looked like he was about to cry.

"Sir..."

Alvin Morgan suddenly laughed. "You’re an idiot. Aren’t you afraid of dying?"

"I’m not. In life, I’m your man, and in death, I’m your ghost. Wherever you go, I’ll go..."

"I’m straight."

"..."

Beta Morgan’s face fell into a mournful expression. He muttered under his breath, "Sir, I wasn’t joking..."

"I know. Drive."

A glimmer of light appeared in Beta Morgan’s eyes. He immediately turned around and started the car again.

***

After his meeting, Krell Sharp sent a single message back to Alvin Morgan:

[The Blaster] This is now a matter for the Martial World. It requires a ruling from an Intermediate Supervisor. We can’t interfere.

[Black] Thanks. Help me file a report...

Krell Sharp froze. This matter wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. Everything depended on the whim of that Intermediate Supervisor at Central Command.

Rulings in the Martial World weren’t backed by national laws like in the Mundane World; they were far more subjective.

If Black’s fiancée had the power to cripple one Basic Supervisor, she had the power to cripple others.

So this ruling might not necessarily go against her.

[The Blaster] This might not turn out to be a bad thing.

「Elsewhere.」

On a small, isolated island, an ordinary little passenger ferry was approaching.

On the ship’s deck stood a man dressed in white, a cloth bag slung over his back, his hands clasped behind him.

He was dressed in a very traditional style. His ink-black hair was held in place at the back of his head with a green Jade Hairpin. He wore a white, flowing robe, and from the sash at his waist hung a priceless Jade Token.

His face was nearly expressionless. Ever since boarding, he had been standing on the foredeck, gazing out at the sea.

At first, the captain thought he was from one of the Ancient Martial Families with a long lineage, as his attire wasn’t uncommon. All the passengers he ferried were visiting relatives at the high-security International Penitentiary on the island.

These people were almost all from the Martial World, and many members of reclusive families dressed in a more traditional, archaic style.

But after watching for a while, the captain began to suspect the man might be crazy.

The sea was rough today, and waves sometimes splashed onto the deck, yet the man hadn’t moved an inch, even after being doused by seawater several times.

As the ferry docked, the captain’s voice came over the loudspeaker:

"The ferry has docked. Please gather your belongings and disembark in an orderly fashion. The return trip departs at 2:00 PM. Please be back here on time..."

This ferry was the only form of transportation connecting the continent to the island. It made only one trip a day with a capacity of just twenty passengers. Therefore, anyone wishing to visit a relative had to queue up in advance at the port on the Continent of Esteros. If you were late, you had to wait for the next day.

Some who didn’t know the rules had tried to force their way on, but they never succeeded.

Because the crew members on the ship were at least Grandmasters.

"Passenger on the deck, it’s time to disembark," the captain reminded him again, feeling rather exasperated.

But the man remained motionless, as if he had turned to stone.

The captain put down his radio, opened the door to the bridge, and walked out onto the deck.

"Sir, you need to disembark..."

When the captain was about two steps away from the man, he was suddenly blocked by an invisible wall.

His expression changed instantly. "Sir..."

Perhaps it was only because he was closer that he noticed the man’s white robes were as smooth as silk, completely untouched by a single drop of seawater.

Another ten or so minutes passed. The aura of the man on the ship suddenly shifted, as if he was about to have a breakthrough.

The captain quickly backed away, watching him with a wary expression.

’Where did this expert come from?’

Then, the man finally moved. He raised a hand and quickly pressed several acupoints on his body, suppressing the impending breakthrough.

Then, with a flick of his long robes, he leaped up and soared toward the shore.

The captain’s eyes widened in shock.

The ship was a fair distance from the shore, yet the man had run across the water and landed successfully on the bank.

’Is he a Regulator?’