Chapter 232 Chapter Two Hundred And Thirty Two

• The scent of blood and sweat could be smelt in the air. The interrogation room was dimly lit, the single bulb overhead casting swinging shadows on the walls as it dangled from a rusted chain.
• Clark’s smirk had faded into a tight-lipped defiance, his once-pristine suit now stained with grime and splatters of his own blood. His wrists were strapped tightly to the steel chair, cutting into his skin with every twitch.
• Skull stood in front of him, knuckles already bruised from the earlier round of beatings. Jason stood at the far corner, arms folded, eyes cold and unreadable.