"Are you serious, Boss? Are you thinking about killing someone again?" Complaining, Henry Clark looked at the also-smiling Bennett, and what he said left Grace Miller completely confused.

"Take a good look, kid. The person standing in front of you is a beauty, so consider yourself lucky." Bennett acted as if Henry Clark had gotten a huge advantage.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted and he finally noticed Grace Miller standing in front of him. She was covering her mouth with one hand, trying to avoid attention, which looked a bit like she was copying Bennett's "signature move."

"So it's you? Judging by your outfit, you must have some endocrine disorder, right? Last time, the kid had an excess of female hormones, and now you're giving me someone with too much testosterone? But I advise you to go back to where you came from. Of the five people who have partnered with me, one died, three went insane, and one tried to commit suicide but failed and is still in a coma."

"If I was afraid of dying, I wouldn't be an investigator. I could easily find a rich guy to be his mistress and live the good life." Grace Miller said coldly and disdainfully, just because of Henry Clark's blatant contempt for her.

"You're pretty stubborn, aren't you?" With a sigh, Henry Clark crawled completely out of his sleeping bag, sat cross-legged in front of Grace Miller, rubbed his still-drowsy eyes, and took a good look at this stubborn girl. "Let's see how long you last. Why don't you tell us about your background first?"

"Sorry, according to Article 3, Section 7 of the National Security Bureau regulations, investigators of the same rank are not qualified to inquire about employees' personal information." Grace Miller's loud voice made her protest clear.

"Harvey, this woman is so annoying. Check her out, dig into her family for three generations..." Completely ignoring the woman's displeasure, Henry Clark yawned as he spoke.

"Give me thirty seconds." Smiling, Harvey opened his laptop and started "working."

Chapter 3: The Greatest Mercy?

Fingers flying across the keyboard, Harvey's movements were like playing a soul-stirring piano piece, his whole body unconsciously swaying with his fingers. When thirty seconds were up, his swaying body stopped just as unconsciously. Looking at the screen, he whistled, glancing back and forth in disbelief at the beautiful woman dressed as a man.

"Henry Clark, this girl is really something!" Harvey grinned strangely. "Graduated top of her class from the National Law Academy in 2003, currently twenty-four years old, a black belt in Taekwondo, also trained in free fighting and karate. She’s worked at the police department, the industrial and commercial bureau, the tax bureau, and even the sanitation bureau, but never stayed long at any job. Every position rated her as highly capable but hard to manage and disobedient to orders. She only joined the National Security Bureau three months ago, working as secretary to the Political Department's Mr. Howard. But a month ago, she kicked that guy's 'little treasure,' and now Mr. Howard is still lying in the hospital."

"It didn't explode..." Grace Miller suddenly explained in a small voice. "It's just that both of those things got dislocated and twisted, that's all. He harassed me first, I was just defending myself!"

"No wonder Director assigned you to us. Looks like it's intentional payback..." Bennett had already figured out Director's "well-intentioned" motives, since that Mr. Howard was his brother-in-law.

"So that's how it is. If you're so capable, why insist on staying here with us? Aren't women supposed to be afraid of ghosts and spirits and all that?" With a light leap, Henry Clark jumped off the desk, walked to the corner to rummage through his luggage, and pulled out a washbasin, towel, toothpaste, toothbrush, a change of clothes, and all sorts of daily necessities, as if he was moving house. Dodging the still-disgusted Grace Miller, he headed for the private bathroom connected to the office.

"Is someone like that really an investigator?" Watching Henry Clark's lazy back, Grace Miller muttered to herself.

"If you're strong enough, you'll change your mind about him. Henry Clark is the best investigator. Ever since I got him out of the mental hospital eight years ago, I've been sure of that." Bennett nodded firmly, not realizing that his introduction only made Grace Miller dislike this "madman" even more.

"Is everyone busy?" As he spoke, the closed office door was pushed open, and the chubby Director—who had dealt with Bennett that morning—walked in with a smile, his businesslike grin as fake as a PR duck, except for his seriously overweight figure.

"So it's Director himself. Everyone, meet our 'boss' for the foreseeable future. Remember this face—he's the one we'll be eating from and using, so make sure to greet him when you see him." Bennett's way of introducing people was always this special? Director's smiling mouth was twitching nonstop.

"Hello, boss!" The investigators bowed and greeted Director with some flair.

"Don't say that, we're all public servants of the people!" Director seemed quite proud of his status as a public servant. Who knows if he has the same awareness when he's taking from the people?

"I'm just here to give you the preliminary autopsy report and some information about the deceased." He walked straight to Bennett, placed a file on Bennett's desk, and then quickly left as if avoiding the plague.