Chapter 939

The relentless torment and oppression in the National Investigation Bureau office left Romello struggling to catch his breath.

His fists clenched and unclenched, the inner fire within him rising dangerously close to eruption.

Unfortunately, all of Elliot’s punishments were derived from previous training exercises, except for the teacup incident at the beginning. Elliot had not laid a hand on him.

Even if Romello wanted to confront Elliot, he could not find a suitable reason.

As he pondered, Elliot tapped his knuckles on the desk abruptly, reminding him, “You have fifteen seconds left to hesitate.”

Romello gasped.

All the thoughts he had seconds ago vanished upon hearing those words.

Quickly, he walked to the wall, gritting his teeth as he pushed through, standing two steps away from the wall’s surface, smoothly lifting himself upright.

Being close to the wall did not mean leaning against it.

relying solely on arm strength, without any support from the wall, to lift

was merely there to prevent injury, serving as a temporary

extremely draining,

two minutes in, his arms were trembling uncontrollably..

for thirty minutes, he

been in such a

forget this

him, noticing

absence in Farlem for many years, I neglected your training, allowing you

squeezing out a

way… I wouldn’t dare.”

snort, lazily rubbing his temples.

my deputy chief. Your ambitions, your desires for power and profit… Nobody understands them better than I do. However, you’ve completely forgotten your

he was fascinated by the feeling of commanding everyone and making everyone obey him.

for more, aspiring

well, but he would not change, nor did he

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