Chapter 392 New Alert!

Enfield Building.

The underground interrogation room.

Kurt gasped for breath as he howled loudly, his chest heaved violently as if what Trent said was true.

He couldn't conclude if the evidence that Trent spoke about was true, or if the evidence was on the way.

He had started panicking.

Although it wasn't an inexplicable nervous panic, but it was one which throbbed his chest relentlessly.

Kurt really was afraid that the evidence which Trent spoke about was the truth.

He went on to imagine performing properly before Mr. Bernoulli, as he was expected to be transferred to Washington.

His forehead was covered with a fountain of sweat, and the sweat had dripped down and wet his entire back.

Krust's throat was already parched, and he had difficulties in swallowing his own saliva.

Krut tried maintaining his composure, he stretched his neck and clenched his fist. Suddenly, he raised his guilty chin and said sharply,