Chapter 993

"Alright, I'll be quick and not make things difficult for you," Nathaniel assured Lionel. Then, he turned and entered the secret interrogation room once again. Guided by two soldiers, Nathaniel made his way through the corridor and arrived at Romello's cell. The iron door creaked open, revealing a horrible sight. Romello, bloodied and pale, hanging by his hands from the iron hooks on the ceiling. It was a common tactic used by the National Investigation Bureau to break people. Romello had always been glorious and proud, and Nathaniel could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing him in such a pitiful state. After all, Nathaniel never considered Romello a good person. Hearing footsteps approaching, Romello weakly lifted his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I knew you'd come, Nathaniel. Do you think you've won?" Nathaniel chuckled, not bothering to hide his amusement. "What a rare sight to see you in such a state. But no, I haven't won yet. You lost firs