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.
It meant relying solely on arm strength, without any support from the wall, to lift the weight of his entire body.
The wall behind was merely there to prevent injury, serving as a temporary support.
This training was exceptionally challenging and extremely draining, especially for the already exhausted Romello.
Just two minutes in, his arms were trembling uncontrollably..
If he had to do this for thirty minutes, he would surely die in Elliot’s hands.
He had not been in such a sorry state for years!
He would never forget this experience and grudge!
From afar, Elliot observed him, noticing his trembling arms.
He 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 full of yourself, even contemplating usurping my power.”
Romello gritted his teeth through the pain, squeezing out a few words from between them.
“Mr. Jenkins… no way… I wouldn’t dare.”
Elliot let out a disdainful snort, lazily rubbing his temples.
“Romello, I groomed you 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 unfamiliar with.”
Ever since Romello gained control of the Nicholls family, he was fascinated by the feeling of commanding everyone and making everyone obey him.
He craved for more, aspiring to greater power.
Romello knew this very well, but he would not change, nor did he feel he was in the
wrong.
‘Mr. Jenkins, I… haven’t changed…”
Speaking drained the last ounce of his strength. He moved back slightly, quickly leaning against the wall to readjust himself into the correct posture.
Elliot could not be bothered with his excuses, his tone serious as he said, “Feeling tired, feeling like your arms are about to break, even feeling like you can’t hold on any longer, am I right?”
Romello remained silent, but his thoughts clearly echoed Elliot’s words.
Elliot continued, “Back when my chief trained me, it was even harsher than this. I even felt like I was going to die. But the truth is, human potential is limitless. Faced with absolute oppression, even proud individuals must bow their heads. Moreover, knowing that you can’t bear the humiliation of failing, even if it costs you your life, you will grit your teeth and endure. Romello, the gap between you and me isn’t just the word ‘deputy‘.
Romello was slightly taken aback, not understanding what Elliot meant.
Elliot had never been like this, having a serious conversation with him.
Was he reminiscing about the past while punishing him today? Nonetheless, Romello chose to stay silent.
