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Chapter 478

Chapter 478 The Torture Continues

Ronian’s jaw went slightly stiff, and his face was slightly pale.

With more than five hundred push-ups as a beginning, his whole body was sore.

There were still more than four hours until the time off duty. Ronian wondered what tricks Ormand would play against him.

Ormand saw his nervous expression and coldly smiled. Ormand ordered in a low voice, "Separate your feet to the same width as your shoulders. Take a seated position for an hour and execute it immediately.”

Ronian didn’t expect it would be so easy.

"Yes, Sir.”

He let out a sigh of relief and obediently followed the order.

The hot wind blew. His cheeks were sweating heavily. Ronian did not say a word, and he breathed steadily while silently calculating the time.

Ormand stared at Ronian for a while and said nothing. He bypassed the latter and walked to the bookshelf behind.

Ronian didn't dare look back. He couldn't see what Ormand was doing, but he could hear the sound of Ormand's military boots stepping on the wooden floor.

From close to far, and from far to near...

When Ormand returned, he carried a high stack of books and placed them on his desk.

Ronian was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Sure enough, in the next second, Ronian saw Ormand organize two stacks of books and place them on his lap.

In order not to let the books fall, Ronian could only bite the bullet and move down two inches to maintain the balance of the books.

After seeing that Ronian had held the books well during the short period, Ormand sorted out two more stacks of thick books and walked to him.

"Open your fists and raise your palms.”

Ronian did as told.

Two stacks of heavy books were put on his palms.

He gritted his teeth and continued to endure without a word.

Ormand calmly took a sip of iced coffee, walked around the desk, returned to his seat, and coldly said, "If you can't even hold on for an hour, then you should resign as the deputy director. If a book falls out, you will be suspended for a month. Think about it yourself.”

Ronian held his breath and silently endured the physical punishment.

He was determined to make Ormand pay for this when he took over the power of the National Bureau of Investigation.

Ormand looked at the computer, but he glanced at Ronian out of the corner of his eye. He saw Ronian’s gloomy gaze.

"Do you hate me?"

"No, Mr. Hobson. You're my superior. No matter what you do, I won't resist. I will cooperate with you."

Ormand sneered and did not expose Ronian. He only said, "As a subordinate, you must have the self- awareness to obey my orders. It is not a good thing to have too many ideas. If you are willing to follow the rules, we will be good."

Ronian knew what those words meant. Ormand wanted him to give up on the matter of Sherlyn and compromise with Viola and Russell.

Ronian pretended not to understand. "Mr. Hobson, you're right. I will naturally follow the rules. I will not go against the rules."

Ormand did not say anything else. He opened the drawer and took out an inverted timer. He handed it over and placed it in a place where Ronian could see.

Ronian looked down at the time Ormand had set up. It was a sixty-minute countdown.

In other words, the 20 minutes before this did not count.

Ronian thought that Ormand was good at torturing people.

He sneered secretly. His arms trembled slightly. He had done more than 500 push-ups, so he would lose his strength if he raised his arms. He adjusted his breathing and gritted his teeth.

If he was suspended because of the books on his palms, the news would have a great impact on his reputation, and it would affect the stock price of the Felton Group.

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In this hour, time passed so slowly.

Ronian could only stare at the countdown while silently enduring it.

His arms were so sore that they were almost broken. His legs had started to tremble uncontrollably. Ronian was sweating, and it looked like he had just taken a shower. The sweat on the wooden floor in front of him was still expanding.

The office was unusually quiet. Ormand was focused on handling his work. Ronian seemed to be able to hear the sound of sweat dripping to the floor.

There were 5 minutes left on the timer.

He insisted even though he felt dizzy, and he looked forward to the moment when the timer was reset.

But the timer stopped at 2:59 when it reached the last 3 minutes.

Ronian once thought that it might be his delusions. He closed his eyes and opened them again. When he looked carefully, it was still 2:59.

What was happening?

He looked at Ormand behind the desk. Ormand was focused on working and did not even look at him.

"Mr. Hobson."

Ormand ignored him and continued to deal with the matter.

Ronian waited for a few more minutes. But the timer didn't move at all.He barely held on. "Mr. Hobson, this timer doesn't seem to function well,” he shouted. He seemed unwilling to give up.

“Really?”

Ormand raised his eyebrows slightly and did not even look at the timer. "Since the timer can't function well, the time must be inaccurate. Then I will take a new one and start the countdown again.”

Ronian was speechless.

It had been many years since he first saw Ormand's tricks, but he had never expected it to be so fierce.

His arms and legs trembled, and he couldn't say anything again.

Ormand seemed to see his dissatisfaction and teased, "You can't stand it? That's fine. You can resign from your position as the deputy director and stop being a member of the National Bureau of Investigation. You can immediately get up and return to your cozy home."

So Ormand wanted Ronian to take the initiative to resign.

"You are right, Mr. Hobson. I will reflect on myself and do more physical exercises. I will never slack off,” Ronian said coldly.

"That's good."

Ormand opened the drawer again and took out another timer. After setting up the time, he placed it in a place that Ronian could see.

The torture continued.

After Sherlyn was injected with two tranquilizers last night, she had not woken up until this afternoon.

Viola and Russell took Ormand's credentials and brought Sherlyn, who was unconscious, to the laboratory.

Shortly after they left, Jennifer arrived at the Hobson's place.

The two bodyguards behind her followed her closely. It made her a little uncomfortable.

“All right, this is the Hobson’s home. I won't be in any danger. Wait for me in the garage. I'll go in and take a look."

The two bodyguards did not move.

"Ms. Felton, it is ordered by Mr. Felton to protect you closely. If you leave our line of sight, we will not be able to explain to him later."

Jennifer glared back unhappily. She was also afraid of Ronian and did not say anything.

She passed through the winding alleys of the Hobson's place and finally arrived at Viorin. Jimmy, who was guarding the door, told her, "Viola and Ormand have both gone out."

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know.” Jimmy shook his head. "Viola didn't tell me about it.”

"Did she say how long it would take for her to return?"

"She didn't say anything.” Jimmy still shook his head.

“All right," Jennifer answered.

It saved a lot of effort. Then she said to the two bodyguards, "Did you hear that? I have tried, but Viola is not here. I can't do anything about it."

She turned around and wanted to leave, but she was stopped by two bodyguards. One of the bodyguards said cautiously, "The reason why you came here is to visit Sherlyn. I think you should ask about her whereabouts."