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.

like a

stiff, unable to move,

peeked out from under his clothes, veins pulsing strangely beneath. He

he stared at

whether attempting to speak or

was unclear.

noticed the man’s actions and

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she seized his chin with one hand.

looked on in disbelief, Isabelle extracted a small item from between

took a closer look.

poison

sent him purely to test

took out a glass bottle.

a mysterious liquid resembling medicine.

uncapped it and tossed

quickly dissolved and

man watched in

dagger from the ground, rolled him over onto his back, and swiftly made a cut at the back

trickling

pained groans, Isabelle extracted a chip from beneath his skin–the latest

eyes widened

did she

into the bottle to

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

scar–covered,

spine, there was

it, sneering

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

have you

gaze, she picked up his torn clothes from the floor

that, she grabbed the toppled chair and settled back at the bar.

a sip of her

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