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Rebecca was very upset to be controlled, "You're in charge of me?" With Shane's orders, the bodyguards were not afraid at all and had a tough attitude.

"Miss Rebecca, Miss Melissa's well-being is your mission on this trip. I'm just kindly reminding you of it." "Who the hell are you? | need you to remind me?" The bodyguards lowered their heads, with their cold and deep voice implying threats, "You are right, but we are ordered by Mr.

Shane to protect you. Every word and action of your trip today, we will report to Mr. Shane truthfully when we return.” Rebecca was so angry that she wanted to beat them, "You threatened me?" The bodyguards had their heads bow even lower.

"We don't dare." Although they said they didn't dare to threaten her, the attitude was not respectful at all.

Rebecca had never been so angry before, but because of Shane's pressure, she had to hold her tongue and walk towards Eleven who was at the door of Lyre Spiti again.

"...Eleven, how is Melissa? Is she here? Can | call Lyra? | wanna go in and see how she's doing, and I'll leave after that." With what she said, the two bodyguards who were behind her, looked serious and lowered their heads to cover the killing intent in their eyes.

Eleven glanced at the bodyguards behind Rebecca, shook his head again and said honestly, "The villa is empty. They're all out." Rebecca: "Do you know where Melissa was taken?" Eleven laughed, "I'm just Ms Lyra's hired bodyguard, doing my part of the job. How could | be told about my boss's stuff?" He smiled gently, but his tone was meaningful.

Rebecca turned around and glanced at the bodyguards behind her, and grunted in displeasure.

"Do you hear that? Melissa is not at the villa. What else do you want to order me to do?" The two men hastily bowed, "We dare not." Rebecca scorned, said goodbye to Eleven and left Lyre Spiti to go home at a leisurely pace.

The Lab.

Jimmy performed laboratory tests for Melissa's body.

Half an hour later, he took the lab results and went back to the ward.

"Nothing serious. Just the hormones are a little higher, so she's more prone to stress and be emotional.” Keith held on Melissa's hand tightly, "Just this? Can't find out if Shane gave her any drugs?" Jimmy shook his head, "All the agents that the laboratory researched are chemical weapons with aggressivity. Wounding flesh and internal organs, but there are no drugs that hurt the nerves, so it is impossible to find out what she was hit with." "If, indeed, she was injected with a psychotropic agent, the only way to treat her is to know exactly what she was hit with." The room, with Lyra and Keith in it, quickly fell into silence.

They were afraid that only Shane knew exactly what she'd been drugged with.

But Shane, how could he confess without being pressed? This matter was far more tricky than they imagined.

Jimmy gave Melissa some mood stabilizing injections. She was now too emotionally broken. When she was in the comatose state, she could not take medication. But after she woke up, it was more unlikely to obediently take medication. So. He only resorted to the injection.

He also, by the way, prescribed some special medication for the bruises on her hands.

Keith was so depressed that he clutched Melissa's hand and was on the verge of a breakdown.

They tried so hard to get Melissa out and it was even harder to send her over to the laboratory, but the result was not good.

Lyra sighed silently and walked behind him, rubbing the back of his head and gently soothing him.

"Keith, don't be discouraged. It's only the first day. We can go back and talk about it. There's always a way." Keith nodded his head, but was still depressed.

Lyra could only continue to persuade, "Don't blame yourself too much. It is not all your fault. Sometimes it is just a strange combination of circumstances. When it is resolved, it will be fine." "Hmm." Keith responded softly.

Lyra knew he wasn't listening much. Without saying anything else, she turned and left the room, leaving him alone with Melissa for a while.

* In the office of the National Investigation Bureau.

Shane's body almost reached to the limit.

After more than five hundred push-ups, it was followed by more than two hours of horse stance without any rest.

He could not be lazy at all. With a little slackness, the books on his hands and laps might fall down.

Under such intense and torturing corporal punishment, he had no time to think about other things, and all he could think about was getting through this painful experience like purgatory.

Ring-ring- He breathed deeply and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

He did not expect that one day he would feel that the timer sounded so beautiful, better than all the beautiful music in the world.

"Mr. Malcolm, time's up.” Malcolm was holding a red-ink pen and dealing with official business on paper, when he casually said, "Put the books back." "Thanks Mr. Malcolm.” Having been pardoned, Shane was as glad to be alive as he had survived.

It'd been years since he had not been in the devil training, and his body was indeed much weaker than before.

He put the books on his body, put them back on the shelf in a regular manner, and put a book back on the original shelf intact according to the classification.

Having done all that, he walked back to the empty space in front of his desk, bowed slightly towards Malcolm, and turned around to prepare to leave.

"Stand still.” Malcolm looked up and gave him an inexplicable stare, "Have I let you go?" Shane was stunned.

He couldn't believe it was not over yet? Even though he was so angry that he could not wait to pull out a gun and shoot Malcolm, he could only walk back and stand up again.

"What can | do for you?" Malcolm first put down the pen in his hand and poured him a cup of iced tea leisurely, "There is no hurry. Take a cup of tea first to take a break." He gave Malcolm a suspicious look. Now he was so merciful that he even poured him a cup of tea himself? Inwardly, although he was a little frightened and in disbelief, he still took two steps forward and accepted the cup of tea.

Under the extreme torture of physical punishment, he was already dehydrated from exhaustion.

As he was about to drink tea, Malcolm said some clam but cruel words, "After all, you'll suffer more from the training later. How can you hold on if you don't drink some water at all?" Snap- Shane's hand shook, and the teacup fell from his hand and hit the wooden floor, splitting in pieces and splashing with the tea.

He looked in a daze at the cup of tea that he hadn't even taken a sip of, and then looked at Malcolm and shouted in a low and hoarse voice, "Mr. Malcolm, I'll pay for the cup ..." Malcolm's face was unchanged. He coldly looked askance at him, "Naturally, it is necessary to pay for the cup, but, I personally serve you the tea. You don't seem to appreciate it." "Mr. Malcolm, | am not ..." Malcolm interrupted him, "All right, you don't seem very tired and don't really want to drink tea, so let's get right to it." Shane didn't what to say.

Even though he was livid, Malcolm did not compromise but looked cold and hostile.

"Walk close to the wall. Stand upside down for twenty minutes." Upside down? His whole body was now close to the limit, not to mention twenty minutes, even five minutes that he could not stand.

"Mr. Malcolm, can ..." "Then thirty minutes. Do it right now." Malcolm said as he set the timer and put it on the table.

Shane breathed deeply and didn't move for a while.

Malcolm raised his eyes coldly and glanced at him, "Can't | order you? If you say one more word, or delay one minute without execution, add up to forty minutes.” mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1