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.

without any support from the wall, to lift

merely there to prevent injury, serving

exceptionally challenging and extremely draining, especially for the already exhausted Romello.

his arms were

thirty minutes, he would surely die in

been in such a sorry state for

would never forget this

observed him, noticing his trembling arms.

during my absence in Farlem for many years, I neglected your training, allowing you to become increasingly full of yourself, even contemplating

the pain, squeezing out a few words from between them.

way… I wouldn’t dare.”

disdainful snort, lazily

profit… Nobody understands them better than I do. However, you’ve completely forgotten

was fascinated by the

for more, aspiring to

very well, but he would not change,

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