"Why do I feel like everyone in our team is so annoying?" Grace Miller couldn't help but blurt out what was on her mind. Her tendency to speak without thinking was one of the main reasons she never lasted long anywhere. Just imagine—a corrupt colleague with a loudspeaker who can't keep anything secret by their side. Even if she were the president's sister-in-law, no one would dare keep her around...

"Annoying? They're just afraid of us. You'll soon find out what it's like to be an 'outcast'..." Harvey corrected the error in Grace Miller's words. After speaking, he, like the others, gathered around Bennett.

"The autopsy report is pretty much what I expected..." Flipping through the file the director had specially delivered, Bennett's tone was relaxed. "All thirteen victims were under twenty-five, with no other injuries on their bodies. They all died from having their heads bitten off in one bite. Every male victim had engaged in intense sexual activity before death, their bodies almost completely drained. But according to the fluid samples collected from each victim's lower body, it was all from the same woman."

"No way, one woman drained thirteen grown men? That's ridiculous!" Trent couldn't help but feel a chill on his forehead.

"We have to believe in 'science'..." Bennett intoned with a meaningful "lesson."

The risqué conversation inevitably caught Grace Miller's attention. Though she didn't move closer to listen, she didn't miss a single word from Bennett. The faint blush on her otherwise fair cheeks betrayed the fact that she was, after all, a woman.

"There's something odd about the victims' identities, did you notice?" Continuing to read, Harvey found something amiss. "Six victims have already been identified—students, office workers, even a waiter. But all these confirmed identities were matched from the missing persons list, and every one of them disappeared three days ago."

"Were they all lured away by the killer?" The unexpected voice came from the bathroom.

As soon as the tightly closed bathroom door opened, a cloud of white steam billowed out, just like a steam room.

When Grace Miller's gaze wandered and she saw the person emerging from the bathroom, her only reaction was to stand there, mouth agape, speechless.

The previously scruffy man was now wearing a tight black T-shirt, a long, thin black casual coat, faded jeans, and stylish leather shoes. His beard was gone, revealing a clean and handsome face. His black hair was still wet, but he looked especially energetic. Although Henry Clark was only 1.75 meters tall, his slender build made him appear quite upright.

"This is unreal..." Grace Miller couldn't help but exclaim.

Ignoring the woman staring at him in "shock," Henry Clark walked through the crowd to Bennett's desk, took the file from the section chief's hand, and quickly flipped through it.

"The killer is currently disguised as a woman, and probably a beautiful young one at that—otherwise, she wouldn't have found so many willing victims... Plus, she's skilled in some kind of hypnotic technique, ruthless enough to not just drain them, but also take their lives. But keeping the victims alive for three days and then biting off their heads in one go—such traits are hard to find among Chinese monsters. It's very likely the work of a foreign entity..." Closing the folder with one hand and handing it back to Bennett, Henry Clark seemed to already have a plan. "I don't think this one will be hard to find."

"Hey, Henry Clark, can't you slow down when working a case? Every time, you wrap things up in just a few days, and we barely get to enjoy the work we struggled to find. Then we're stuck at home waiting for that measly salary again," Trent sighed, patting Henry Clark on the shoulder, his tone tinged with pleading.

"These guys are too dangerous. The sooner we deal with them, the better." Henry Clark made it clear there was no room for negotiation.

"Just go do your job, don't mind this idiot's nonsense," Bennett advised softly.

"Harvey, my car..." Before Henry Clark could finish, Harvey had already tossed a set of keys into his hand.

"Brought it for you already. But 'Mary' is about due for a major overhaul!" The so-called Mary was the name of Henry Clark's car.

"Let's go." He turned and headed for the door, but after just two steps, he stopped abruptly and glanced sideways at the "partner" assigned to him.

"Can you drive?" Henry Clark asked out of the blue.

"Me? I got my Class C license back in college. Why?" Grace Miller was just as puzzled.

As she spoke, Henry Clark tossed the keys he had just received to Grace Miller, who caught them easily. Looking down, she saw the Ferrari logo and instantly felt a surge of excitement.

"Listen, if you're scared or can't handle it, I don't care how smart you are. I'll kill you myself before anyone else does. That's my greatest 'mercy'..." As he said this, Henry Clark's gaze was especially serious, making it clear to Grace Miller that he wasn't joking.

The work of the Paranormal Investigation Division... begins!

Chapter Four: Unfair

They arrived at the police station's underground garage, which looked almost like a luxury car show. The only thing missing was a few scantily clad models sprawled across the hoods, tempting men to spend money to take both the car and the girl home.