Chapter 938

Meanwhile, in the National Investigation Bureau's office, Romello's body was nearing its limit. After over five hundred push-ups and no chance to rest, he had gone straight into over two hours of squats. Moreover, there was no room for slacking off. Even a momentary lapse in concentration could result in the books on his legs and arms falling. Under this intense and grueling punishment, Romello had no time to think about anything else, his only focus being to endure this hellish and painful experience as quickly as possible. A series of ringing came from the timer. Romello took a deep breath and smiled in relief. Who would have thought that one day he would find the sound of the timer so delightful, surpassing all the melodic tunes in the world? "Mr. Jenkins, time's up." Elliot casually handled the paperwork with a red pen and grunted in acknowledgment. "Put the books back." "Thank you, Mr. Jenkins." Granted pardon, Romello felt as if he had been given a second ch