Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 939

"He has been taking drugs all year round, resulting in damages of his organs, in many parts of his body. Among them, the most serious one would be his reproductive organs.

The reproductive organs of the man was in his lower body. Even though it's trembling while erected, it is still not as flaccid as a drug addict's p*nis will be. Although you look thin, your p*nis is robust, shows that you are not an ordinary drug addict. In his case, he should have been taking drugs for at least 5 to 10 years. If so, he should be thin as wood.

"If you are not convinced, I can ask them to take off your pants to have a look," As Zorion spoke, a few men immediately came up and tried to unzip the man's pants, but he tried to fight back.

"Zorion, you don't seem to be 19 years old."

"I couldn't agree more, it's a pity that this doesn't prove anything," Zorion's eyes were deep. The other party was being held, which made it impossible for him to escape.

He was still shocked that Zorion caught his act.

"You're so young. How did you know? Are you a drug addict yourself?" The man's hair covered his

eyes, but Zorion could see them.

Zorion lowered his gaze at the gloves he was wearing. His smile was elegant, "I refuse to answer your questions. Next time, if you want to act like a drug addict, you'd better take some of them. Otherwise, I won't believe you. A drug addict's pupils are as small as the tip of a needle. That's why their visions are blurry, and they hallucinate. Your knowledge is too shallow."

"What's your point? You might as well tell me how are you planning to kill me?" The other party's face was filled with madness.

Zorion stepped outside and said, "Since you like drugs so much, then suck it up."

Zorion strode away, "Just give him a quick death if he doesn't confess."

"Yes, Master."

Zorion went out and sat in the car. After closing the door, he took off his gloves. He rolled down the car window and threw them outside. The men guarding outside immediately picked up the gloves and put them aside. Then, the gloves were burnt on the spot.

As for that man in the warehouse, he was destined to die.

Inside the car.

"Find out where Quirina is recently. What's wrong with the Moore family, especially Meica?"

"Yes, sir."

The driver drove past the expressway. More than a dozen cars galloped on the highway, one after another. Zorion narrowed his eyes as he went back to school.

At the entrance of Elkton University.

Jepherson watched the campus from the car and Raeleigh came out from the campus.

Raeleigh approached him after a moment of hesitation. Stuart opened the door for her.

Stuart returned to the driver's seat and drove away immediately.

"Are you hurt?" Jepherson looked at her, Raeleigh lowered her head. She was indeed injured.

"It's fine. I'm alright now," Raeleigh tried her best to stay calm. Jepherson moved closer and said, "Let me have a look."

Raeleigh felt sad for no reason, so she did not answer his question nor did she make any movement.

Jepherson pulled Raeleigh's arm over and rolled up her sleeve to find that her skin had rashes.

Raeleigh quickly withdrew her arm. Only then did Jepherson put her hand down and bent down to looked at her knees. Raeleigh shrank, covered her knees and pulled her skirt further down, refusing to let Jepherson to look at her wounds.

"Don't look," Raeleigh was not seriously injured. She felt so embarrassed that a man opened her skirt.

"I won't," Jepherson straightened up and leaned on the other side, "Let's go to the hospital."

Raeleigh looked at Jepherson, "I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital."