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.

was like a

to move, his face twisted in pain, sweat

skin peeked out from under his clothes, veins pulsing strangely beneath. He was numb and in agony all over, making him wish for death.

stared at the girl with the silver needle.

lips, whether attempting to

was unclear.

and approached, squatting down beside

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

looked on in disbelief, Isabelle extracted a small

a closer

out it wasn’t poison but a listening

the Shadow Sect sent him purely to test her, not to

out a

a mysterious

uncapped it and tossed

metal piece quickly dissolved and dispersed in the

man watched in terror.

picked up the man’s dagger from the ground, rolled him over onto his back, and

started trickling

extracted a chip from beneath his skin–the latest

widened

she

tracker into

body, Isabelle grabbed the back of his

scar–covered,

spine, there was a sequence of

glanced at it, sneering

a spot on his body with a needle, allowing

leisurely, “How long have you joined the Dark Shadow?”

the man’s surprised gaze, she picked up his torn clothes from the floor and casually wiped

toppled chair and settled back at

a sip of her