Hearing Ormand's words, the other three men in the room thought highly of him.
It was quite admirable for him to have such an idea.
He was indeed a good man.
At this time, Ormand's mind was occupied with the pain and the codes, leaving no attention to their expressions.
He took deep breaths, trying to get used to this persistent pain.
But when he wrote, every stroke was shaking, like a little tadpole wagging its tail.
Silence descended on the room.
Ormand's heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.
Bentley saw that he finished the first line with his shaking hands and judged that he had adapted to the 7th-grade pain, so he increased the pain to 8th-grade without warning Ormand.
The pain in Ormand's stomach suddenly intensified and spread throughout his body.
He trembled all over, shaking even more violently. The word he wrote was immediately crooked.