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

was merely there to prevent injury, serving as a temporary support.

and extremely draining, especially for the

in, his

do this for thirty minutes, he would surely die

such a

never forget this

afar, Elliot observed him,

for many years, I neglected your training, allowing you to become

the pain, squeezing

Jenkins… no way… I

a disdainful snort, lazily rubbing his

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

family, he was fascinated by the feeling of commanding everyone and making everyone obey

craved for more, aspiring

he would not change, nor did he feel he was

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