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

limbs stiff, unable to move, his face twisted in

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

eyes were wide with fear as he stared at the girl with

lips, whether

was unclear.

the man’s actions and approached, squatting

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chin with one hand. With a snap,

in disbelief, Isabelle extracted a small item

a closer look.

wasn’t poison but a listening

him purely to test her,

a glass bottle.

a mysterious liquid resembling

and tossed the listening device

and dispersed

man watched in terror.

rolled him over onto his back, and swiftly made a cut at the back of his

started trickling out.

man’s pained groans, Isabelle extracted a chip from beneath his skin–the latest tracking device.

man’s eyes widened in disbelief.

did she

threw the bloodied tracker into the bottle to

off the man’s body, Isabelle grabbed the

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

spine, there was a sequence

it,

the man back over, fixed his jaw, and then pricked a spot on

“How long have you joined the

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

grabbed the toppled chair and settled back at

sip of her