Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 157 Interrogation 1

His hand moved like a snake ready to strike, delivering a deadly blow.

But what he thought would save his life was effortlessly dodged by the girl, who even had the strength to

counterattack.

He just managed to catch the girl’s fierce counterattack.

The fight was about to kick off.

The small room turned into a chaotic battlefield. After just two rounds, the shadowy figure realized he was outmatched.

Soon, he struggled to keep up his defence.

Inside the villa, the sound of fighting rang out incessantly.

In close combat, the dark figure sensed a familiar scent emanating from the girl, as well as a chilling aura of death even stronger than his own.

Everything reminded him of the terrifying figures in the Dark Shadow.

What threw that man off was the girl’s skill, which seemed incredibly familiar.

He couldn’t help but wonder if they shared the same teacher.

Outmatched, the man realized he couldn’t win. Each time he tried to flee, the girl effortlessly blocked his path.

A trained killer reduced to a mere plaything in someone else’s hands.

After a while..

The villa fell quiet.

Even though only a few minutes had gone by, it felt like ages to the man. He was completely vulnerable and powerless, facing a humiliation and defeat he’d never experienced before.

In the room.

floor was like a

stiff, unable to move, his

beneath. He was numb and in agony all

wide with fear as he stared at the girl with the

whether attempting to speak or just

was unclear.

noticed the man’s actions and approached, squatting

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chin with one hand. With a snap, his jaw popped out of its socket.

Isabelle extracted a small item from between

took a closer

wasn’t poison but a listening device.

him purely to test her, not to

a glass

contents are a mysterious liquid resembling

and tossed

quickly dissolved and dispersed in

man watched in terror.

picked up the man’s dagger from the ground, rolled him over onto his back, and swiftly made a cut at the back of

started trickling out.

groans, Isabelle extracted a chip from beneath his

widened in disbelief.

she find out!!

bloodied tracker into the bottle

Isabelle grabbed the back

scar–covered, sweat–drenched

was a

glanced at it,

pricked a spot on his body with a needle,

inquired leisurely, “How long have you joined the Dark

she asked, paying no mind to the man’s surprised gaze, she picked up his torn clothes from the

grabbed the toppled chair and

took a sip of her