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 the

behind was merely there to prevent injury,

draining, especially for

in, his arms were

do this for thirty minutes, he

such a sorry state for

would never forget this experience and grudge!

him, noticing his trembling arms.

elegantly lifted the teacup, took a sip, and began, “Romello, during my absence in Farlem for many years, I neglected your training, allowing you to become increasingly

gritted his teeth through the pain, squeezing out

Jenkins… no way… I wouldn’t

snort, lazily rubbing

profit… Nobody understands

family, he was fascinated by the feeling

aspiring to greater

very well, but he would not change, nor did he feel he was in

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