Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 911

"Mr. Whalen." The leader of the group knew Zorion. Zorion's family was rich, but at Elkton University, wealth meant nothing.

Zorion was a new student and just a junior. They hadn't gotten around to putting him in his place yet. Unexpectedly, they wound up meeting here.

"Where are you b*stards from?" Zorion demanded, tapping the whip against the palm of his head. None of them responded.

Their expressions were grim. They hadn't dealt with Zorion yet, and here he was acting all arrogant.

"Zorion, we addressed you as Mr. Whalen because we think highly of you, but don't think that you can do whatever you want at this university just because your family is rich. Let me tell you, if we kill you now, all your parents can do is cry about it."

Zorion walked towards them as if he didn't hear a word they had said, still cracking the whip. Zorion lowered his head slightly, no one could see the look in his eyes. By this time, Raeleigh had already gotten to her feet. When she saw Zorion, she dashed over to him immediately, cowering behind him in fear, as if he was her last shred of hope.

Zorion looked back at Raeleigh, who was trembling with fear. Ruthlessness flashed in his eyes for a moment. However, when he talked to Raeleigh, his voice was still very gentle.

"Go and wait aside."

Raeleigh raised her head and looked at Zorion, quivering. Zorion's gaze was resolute, but kind. After hesitating for a moment, Raelaigh backed towards the door, leaning against the doorway.

Zorion turned to face the men in front of him, scowling, and said, "Come on."

"You little brat, you're being too arrogant. It'll only mean a tragic end for you," said one of the delinquents as he swung a punch at Zorion. Zorion quickly turned to the side, dodging it. At the same time, he raised the whip in his hand and lashed it at the man. His opponent's face crumpled in pain and immediately retracted his hand. However, Zorion wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.

His opponent retreated, but Zorion's whip never stopped moving. Whoever dared to approach him would surely be hit. The water station echoed with screams and yelps of pain. At first, the six delinquents were all gung ho and aggressive, but very quickly they couldn't help but keel over in pain. They were no match for Zorion.

Raeleigh stood by the door, dumbfounded.

Even though the delinquents were already kneeling on the ground, Zorion didn't stop. Tossing the whip aside, he took up an iron pipe in the water room and started beating them violently. Those who were beaten slumped to the ground, unable to get up.

At first, the spectators outside thought Zorion looked very cool and urged him on, but now they had all ran away.

Raeleigh suddenly came to her senses and ran to Zorion, tugging on his arm. "Don't hit them anymore! Don't hit them! You'll kill someone if you continue."

Zorion paid no attention to Raeleigh and continued hitting them. Raeleigh didn't know how else to get him to stop. In desperation, Raeleigh flung her arms around Zorion from behind and forcefully dragged him a couple of meters away.

Zorion finally stopped, panting heavily, and turned to look at Raeleigh.

"If anyone dares to bully you again, I'll make them rue the day they were born."

Raeleigh gazed at Zorion speechlessly.

She would be lying if she said that she wasn't touched by his words. Nonetheless, there shouldn't be such a feeling between them.

Raeleigh quickly snatched the iron pipe from Zorion's grasp. Then, she walked to the water dispenser and ran hot water over it, washing away the fingerprints and blood.

Raeleigh wasn't the kind of person who was afraid of death. She had just been frightened of what the delinquents would do to her.