Already within arm’s reach, the girl smiled as she faced Henry Clark, her gentle breath brushing against his face, carrying the delicate orchid fragrance of a young maiden.

Standing not far away, Grace Miller could no longer bear it. Just as she was about to step forward to intervene, Henry Clark moved.

Without warning, he leapt in place, spun his body, and delivered a beautiful spinning kick—his movements even smoother than Grace Miller’s, so fast they were almost a blur. His heavy kick landed squarely on the beautiful girl’s chest. The poor, frail girl was lifted off the ground, sent flying three meters before crashing onto the filthy floor. She coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood from her chest, and just looking at her made one imagine the pain she was in.

“You... I thought your martial arts were terrible?” Grace Miller showed no pity for the girl, but was instead surprised that Henry Clark possessed such impressive skills. With moves like that, you’d need at least five years of training to reach such precision and ferocity.

“Who told you my martial arts were bad?” Henry Clark replied indifferently.

“Then just now...” Grace Miller was even more confused. If he was so skilled, why did he need her to open the door for him?

“Come on, I practice martial arts to deal with monsters. Menial tasks like opening doors aren’t my job...” Henry Clark explained logically, leaving no room for argument.

Grace Miller stood there, grinding her teeth in frustration, because if you reversed Henry Clark’s logic, it meant she practiced martial arts just for menial tasks like opening doors...

With calm steps, Henry Clark walked toward the girl convulsing on the ground, showing not a hint of guilt for having just struck a beautiful woman.

“Still in pain? Why not just reveal your true form? This kind of pointless transformation is meaningless—women aren’t what I’m after.” Henry Clark gently reminded her.

“You... impossible, you clearly inhaled my scent...” The girl trembled as she lifted her head, staring at the approaching “demon,” muttering in disbelief.

“Hypnosis, is it? Sorry, there’s something I forgot to mention. I’ve been taking nerve-numbing drugs for eight years—your hypnosis isn’t nearly strong enough to affect me.” A wicked smile curled at Henry Clark’s lips.

Stopping in front of the girl, Henry Clark raised his right leg high, like a vertical split in midair. Without hesitation, his leg came down in a straight, lightning-fast arc, aiming for the girl’s head.

Grace Miller couldn’t bear to watch the scene of brains splattering, so she closed her eyes. “Boom!” A dull thud sounded, then everything fell silent. Grace Miller trembled as she cracked her eyes open, only to see a scene completely beyond her expectations.

The girl who should have been curled up in front of Henry Clark was now sprawled on the giant spider web behind them. Henry Clark’s powerful kick had missed, stomping heavily into the ground instead, sending dust flying half a meter high from the force.

“You brat, I’ve already backed down again and again—why do you keep pushing me?” Gone was the girl’s innocent charm; now, hanging upside down on the web, she looked utterly ferocious.

“Your logic is flawed. You’re allowed to kill, but others aren’t allowed to come for your life?” Henry Clark chuckled as he turned and walked toward the golf bag he’d set down.

“In that case, don’t blame me...” The girl’s voice grew hoarse by the end.

Watching all this, Grace Miller’s mouth dropped wider and wider, her legs trembling until she collapsed onto the ground. She’d forgotten all the methods Henry Clark had taught her—her mind was a complete blank. The only thing she knew was that the girl on the web was starting to change...

Thick black hair burst through her clothes, and eight terrifying giant limbs suddenly erupted from her sides. In just over ten seconds, the once youthful and beautiful girl had transformed into a black spider the size of a car. The only thing unchanged was her face, but her eyes had become dozens of pitch-black pupils, and her mouth was filled with fangs at least ten centimeters long, gleaming white outside her lips.

Just looking at her hideous form was enough to scare someone half to death...

“I told you not to come over here...” Watching the trembling Grace Miller on the ground, Henry Clark sighed helplessly. Even though he’d kept his back to the mutated Jorōgumo, it was obvious—any monster that had to turn into such a beautiful woman to lure people must be hideous in its true form.

He crouched in front of the golf bag, naturally unzipped it, and calmly rummaged through it.

The terrifying Jorōgumo had no intention of waiting for him. Thanks to Henry Clark’s interference, she’d already missed her mealtime. At this moment, the spider’s belly was empty, and the man before her radiated pure yang energy, making this terrifying creature drool. She moved her eight monstrous legs and charged at Henry Clark, dozens of eyes fixed on his neck.

“Watch out!!!!” No longer caring about fear, Grace Miller roared, not wanting to see her partner die—even if he was the annoying Henry Clark...

“I really didn’t want to say this...” Suddenly, Henry Clark, who had been searching, stopped, stood up holding a black object in both hands.

“Die!” The giant spider opened its bloody maw, suddenly leaping at her pitiful prey, who still had his back turned.

“By the urgent decree of the Supreme Lord Laozi!”