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 disaster

lay there, limbs stiff, unable to move, his face twisted in pain,

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

he stared

bloodstained lips, whether attempting to speak or

was unclear.

actions and approached, squatting down beside

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a swift move, she seized his chin with one hand. With a snap, his jaw popped

in disbelief, Isabelle extracted a small item

a closer

out it wasn’t poison but a listening device.

the Shadow Sect sent him purely to test her,

took out a

a mysterious liquid resembling medicine.

uncapped it and tossed the

quickly dissolved and

watched in terror.

onto his back, and

trickling out.

chip

eyes widened in disbelief.

she find

into the bottle to

off the man’s body, Isabelle grabbed the back of his

man’s scar–covered, sweat–drenched back.

his spine, there was a sequence

it,

jaw, and then pricked a spot on his body with a needle, allowing him to speak again.

inquired leisurely, “How long have you

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

the toppled chair and settled back at

took a sip of her drink.