Henry Clark actually knew the secret code—where did he get all this information? Grace Hill was truly puzzled; today’s Henry Clark was mysterious and unfathomable, and she couldn’t see through him at all.

However, no matter how Henry Clark changed or how many secrets he hid, all she needed to do was follow Henry Clark. Nothing else really mattered.

Grace Hill’s mind was pure, and it was precisely because of this personality that she was able to stand out among so many assassin trainees and become the very best.

Grace Hill didn’t dwell on Henry Clark’s changes; all her attention was focused on David Miller.

David Miller’s office was extremely large, over three hundred square meters, filled with solid wood furniture, a pure white wool carpet, and some modern art pieces on display. The overall style was quite luxurious.

Sitting behind the desk, David Miller looked to be only in his forties, his hair slicked back, and his mustache neatly trimmed. His clothes were also crisp and well-fitted.

But his eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, exuding a powerful presence.

When Grace Hill and David Miller’s eyes met, she instinctively lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

David Miller didn’t pay any attention to Grace Hill.

People like Vulture were just thugs, not management at all, and in his eyes, they were insignificant.

The key was Henry Clark. When did this eighteen-year-old assassin trainee become the organization’s observer? His code name was actually ranked ahead of David Miller? It was simply unbelievable!

“Wow, what a luxurious office... tsk tsk...”

Henry Clark had successfully slipped into the office and felt completely at ease, becoming much more talkative.

“Damn, I’ve trained so hard, nearly died so many times, and you get to enjoy the good life in here. It’s just not fair.”

Henry Clark wasn’t in a hurry to make a move; he was quite interested as he walked over to the display shelf and casually fiddled with the crafts on it.

Seeing Henry Clark’s confident and composed demeanor, David Miller grew even more suspicious. Could this kid really be an observer sent by the higher-ups?

Henry Clark didn’t even look at David Miller; he picked up a pair of matte black short blades from the weapon rack. Each blade was thirty centimeters long, straight-backed and double-edged, and felt substantial in his hands.

“Titanium steel, made by Xuanwu—good stuff!”

Xuanwu was a super arms company spanning multiple star systems, especially skilled at manufacturing high-end weaponry.

This pair of titanium alloy short blades was worth at least seven or eight hundred thousand credits.

Henry Clark drew the blades and spun them in a flourish, then deftly sheathed them again.

He clipped the pair of blades onto the buckle at his lower back, and politely said to David Miller, “President Zhou, you really are generous—giving such a valuable gift on our first meeting. I almost feel bad about it.”

David Miller’s face was expressionless; he certainly didn’t see any sign of embarrassment from Henry Clark, nor did he have any intention of giving a gift.

This pair of Black Crow short blades was the most valuable among all his collections, and also very suitable for real combat.

For a mere trainee like Henry Clark to have such a sharp eye—and to shamelessly take them like this—actually made David Miller believe in Henry Clark’s observer identity a bit more.

Henry Clark casually walked up to David Miller’s desk. “President Zhou, give me a copy of all the data records for the Spirit Race Gene Project. I need to report back to the doctor...”

As Henry Clark drew closer, David Miller’s gaze grew colder. Henry Clark had already crossed the safety boundary, and he was about to lose his patience.

Just as David Miller was about to make a move, Henry Clark suddenly stopped. He smiled and said, “President Zhou, you seem really nervous. Relax, I’m just a level-three warrior—do you really think I could ambush you? Hahahaha...”

David Miller didn’t laugh, but he thought Henry Clark was right. Henry Clark’s source power level was indeed only level three—there was no faking that.

With just level-three source power, there was no way he could pull any tricks in front of David Miller.

David Miller was about to speak when a razor-sharp, blood-red flash of a blade suddenly slashed through the air, aiming straight for his brow.

Chapter 8: Control

The moment the blood-red blade flashed, David Miller sensed danger.

There was no time to think. He immediately surged his source power and activated the Thunder Eagle Ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

Once activated, the Thunder Eagle Ring could unleash a burst of lightning, boosting a person’s speed several times over in 1.5 seconds. The lightning would also form a brief shield, effectively blocking external damage.

Although the Thunder Eagle Ring was only a black iron-grade artifact, it was exceptionally useful.

Relying on the Thunder Eagle Ring’s marvelous effects, David Miller had managed to counter-kill enemies at critical moments many times.

But this time, David Miller failed to activate the Thunder Eagle Ring instantly.

As the blood-red blade flashed, a strange, low, and unintelligible voice echoed in David Miller’s ears.

The voice was filled with intense negative emotion, as if countless demons were cursing him.

David Miller’s mind instantly went blank, and he felt dazed for a moment. The Thunder Eagle Ring on his hand also failed to activate immediately.

After a pause of about a few tenths of a second, the Thunder Eagle Ring on David Miller’s hand suddenly burst forth with a surge of intense blue-white lightning, enveloping him.

David Miller was used to relying on the Thunder Eagle Ring to counterattack, but now his mind was foggy, and all he could think about was retreating from danger as quickly as possible.

A burst of blue-white lightning flashed, trailing a rainbow of light behind him. He shot all the way to the far wall before coming to a sudden stop.

The transition from movement to stillness in the blue lightning took only a tenth of a second, but David Miller had already moved twenty meters, dodging the blood-red blade’s strike.