After recognizing the other person's face, Henry Lawson clearly showed a trace of displeasure, put away the knife in his hand, and asked, "Why aren't you staying in the capital and came all the way to Donghai City?"

　　"Why? Of course, I came to find you!"

　　Jack Shaw replied irritably, "I traveled all the way from the capital just to find you, and you weren't even here. I waited almost the whole day for you to finally come back, and this is how you welcome me." As he spoke, he reached up to touch his neck, making sure there was no wound left by Henry Lawson's knife.

　　Jack Shaw was about 180 centimeters tall, with a delicate face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made him look gentle and refined. He was William Lawson's secretary, a graduate student from the National Defense University, a true elite. Although Henry Lawson and William Lawson had an extraordinary relationship, a proud talent like Jack Shaw never thought much of him, and every time the two met, things were never exactly friendly.

　　"Did Grandpa send you?" Henry Lawson walked into the room, plopped down into a recliner, and casually picked up a sharpening stone from the table beside him, running it back and forth along the blade of his butterfly knife.

　　"If the chief hadn't personally asked, who the hell would want to come to a place like this?" Jack Shaw muttered discontentedly as he looked around at the surroundings.

　　Henry Lawson didn't care about Jack Shaw's complaints; he had no intention of letting him stay the night.

　　"Why did Grandpa send you? If you're here to persuade me to go back and see him, you can leave now. Go out, turn right, walk three blocks, and you can catch a cab. You should still be able to make the last flight back to the capital."

　　Even though Jack Shaw hadn't said anything yet, Henry Lawson already knew his purpose and directly gave him the boot. In the past three years, this was already the third time Jack Shaw had come to Donghai City to find him, and every time for the same reason. Because of this, Henry Lawson had moved three times, but even after moving here, he was still found.

　　"See him or not, I don't care. I've delivered the message anyway."

　　Being sent to find Henry Lawson already made Jack Shaw quite unhappy, and now Henry Lawson's words only made him angrier. He threw out a sentence and turned to leave, muttering under his breath, "You're just like your arrogant master, acting all high and mighty. If your own background is dirty, who else can you blame?"

　　"You fucking dare say that again?!"

　　Jack Shaw hadn't even stepped out the door when Henry Lawson shot up from the chair, blocking his way. The gleaming butterfly knife was once again pointed at Jack Shaw's throat.

　　"Jack Shaw, cut the crocodile tears and fake sympathy. Don't think I don't know—when Grandpa signed my assessment report, you were the one whispering in his ear. The only reason I haven't laid a hand on you is out of respect for Grandpa, got it?!"

　　Henry Lawson narrowed his eyes and said coldly to Jack Shaw, "And another thing—what you say to me is your business, but if you dare say one more bad word about my master, believe it or not, I'll kill you right now."

Chapter 4: Secrets

　　Jack Shaw was about the same height as Henry Lawson, but the intimidating aura radiating from Henry Lawson made him unconsciously feel a notch shorter. Henry Lawson extended his hand slightly, and the sharp tip of the butterfly knife pierced Jack Shaw's skin. Bright red blood welled out from the tiny cut, quickly staining his collar.

　　This time, Jack Shaw was scared—truly scared. Since becoming William Lawson's secretary, he'd met many high-ranking officials and celebrities all over the country, and even when facing them, Jack Shaw could handle himself with composure, without a trace of fear. But in front of Henry Lawson, this social expert was trembling inside; he simply couldn't predict what this unpredictable guy would do.

　　Because when Henry Lawson was in the Hidden Dragon unit, besides the codename "Mad Dragon," he had another nickname: Lunatic.

　　"Did you hear what I just said?" Henry Lawson stared coldly at Jack Shaw, pressing him.

　　"I—I heard you."

　　Jack Shaw's voice trembled uncontrollably. He knew that if he didn't back down now, Henry Lawson really might kill him. He had a bright future ahead of him and it wasn't worth it to get into it with this lunatic. If Henry Lawson killed him, maybe he'd get a warning or a sentence, but he definitely wouldn't be executed—because he had a master who always protected his own.

　　To put it bluntly, his lunatic master had even more influence in the military than William Lawson, for one reason: his master was "Dragon Thorn"!

　　Henry Lawson put away the butterfly knife, glared coldly at Jack Shaw, and said, "Get out!"

　　By now, Jack Shaw's back was drenched in cold sweat. He didn't want to stay here another second. Hearing Henry Lawson's words, he turned and hurried out of the room, but before he'd taken two steps, his phone rang.

　　He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered. After just a few words, Jack Shaw reluctantly turned back, holding out the phone to Henry Lawson and said, "It's the chief."

　　"Grandpa?!"