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.

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

merely there to prevent injury, serving as a temporary

challenging and extremely draining, especially for the

in, his arms were trembling uncontrollably..

for thirty minutes, he would surely die in Elliot’s hands.

been in such a

never forget this experience

him, noticing his trembling arms.

a sip, and began, “Romello, during my absence in Farlem for many years, I neglected your training, allowing

teeth through the pain, squeezing out a

way… I wouldn’t dare.”

disdainful snort, lazily rubbing

to be my deputy chief. Your ambitions, your desires for power and profit… Nobody understands them better than I do. However, you’ve completely forgotten your roots, becoming someone I’m increasingly

he was fascinated by the feeling

aspiring to greater power.

change, nor did

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