chapter 10 The school beauty’s the Rebirth stage Bodyguard?

Strolling back to the Rose Garden.
To Castor's surprise, Delyna's father was there.
Silas.
A renowned entrepreneur in Greenville.
Delyna was twisting her snowy shoulders and acting coquettishly on the sofa, calling her 'daddy' in a sweet tone, like a three-year-old.
Seeing Castor return, Delyna put on a serious face, propped up her snowy white legs, and resumed her aloof demeanour.
"Are you Castor?"
Silas walked over from the living room, examining Castor with a pair of sharp eyes.
Danica, the butler, followed closely behind.
"Hello, Uncle Hill."
Castor greeted politely.
"I heard about today's incident. Castor, thank you for helping Delyna out."
Silas smiled amicably and said, "Your mother and Delyna's mother are close friends. Naturally, I also hope that you and Delyna can become good friends."
"Daddy~ I don't want to be friends with him!" Before Castor could speak, Delyna's whiny voice came through.
"I don't want to either." Castor agreed.
"You..."
Delyna, infuriated, threw a cushion at him, "Who do you think you are? There are countless people who want to be friends with me!"
"Don't worry, we'll part ways in no more than three months," Castor dodged the cushion.
"What do you mean by parting ways? You make it sound like we're dating or something," Delyna said, waving her fists in anger.
"Alright."
Silas gave a bittersweet smile and called Castor to the yard.
As they moved from light into darkness, the man's face gradually turned cold.
Castor noticed this and asked, "Uncle Hill, if there's something you want to say, just say it."
"Okay."
Silas became serious, "Castor, initially, I didn't approve of you moving in."
"Delyna is the jewel of our Hill family. Living with a young man full of vigour, if this gets out, it would cause a sensation in Greenville."
"So, the first thing I want to warn you about is not to spread the news that you're living here."
"Why not just ask me to leave?" Castor inquired.
"Two reasons. First, my wife likes you very much, even thinking of pairing you with Delyna."
"That's impossible, so don't even think about it."
Silas said decisively, "Secondly, Delyna told me that you're very strong. Have you endured training before?"
"Yes, I've trained," Castor nodded.
"Danica has also trained, in Lee’s Eight Extremities. Do you dare to spar with him?" asked Silas.
"That's a question for him," Castor replied.
"Ha ha!" Silas and Danica exchanged glances and laughed.
"Young man, you're not old, but you do talk big."
Danica, with his hands behind his back, smilingly said, "Ever heard of internal strength?"
"Internal strength? No idea," Castor shook his head.
'Doesn't even know about internal strength, seems like just a martial arts enthusiast.'
Danica thought to himself and then extended his left hand, fingers slightly clenched, and made a grasping motion in the air!
"Crack!"
On a ginkgo tree in the yard, five finger marks appeared, half an inch deep.
If such a strike hit a person, it would be fatal or cause serious injury.
"This, is internal strength!"
"Only those who have immersed themselves in martial arts for decades can forge such strength. Such people are known as martial generals. In ancient times, they could lead charges and fight hundreds alone."
Danica continued, returning his hand behind his back, thinking that Castor must be terrified by now.
'This is just internal power,' thought Castor indifferently.
However, his interest in modern martial arts grew, so he asked.
"Butler Danica, are there realms beyond internal strength?"
Seeing Castor unfazed, Danica inwardly nodded in approval.
'A very steady mind, not bad!'
Then he said, "Young man, don't aim too high. There are only one in a million martial generals with internal strength. In ancient times, they could easily become martial champions."
"To achieve internal strength like mine, first, you must master external strength, and even with superior innate talent, it takes ten years of hard work."
'This old man talks too much,' thought Castor.
"Danica, how is he?" Silas asked in a low voice.
"Chairman, he can be Delyna's bodyguard, no problem handling ordinary thugs," summarized Danica.
Silas nodded.
"I have a task for you. Protect Delyna at school, just like today. Can you do it?" he said to Castor.
"Is this the second reason you're keeping me here?" Castor found it amusing.
Asking a Rebirth stage grand cultivator to protect a female student.
Very creative indeed.
"Yes, this way, I won't argue with my wife, and you can stay here. It's a win-win situation."
Silas's plan was well thought out, "Besides, I'll pay you 1500 dollars’ salary. Boys your age usually need money."
"I'm just an ordinary student, Uncle Hill. Please find someone more capable."
Castor left after saying this.
Protect Delyna? Just living with her was suffocating for him.
"This kid... really thinks too highly of himself!"
Silas's face twitched slightly.
Danica also shook his head.
Hill Group was among the top ten businesses in Greenville, and the Hill family was a renowned wealthy family in the south.
A great opportunity to transcend class boundaries was laid before him, and he missed it?
He truly felt sorry for this young man.
...
"Even my two best men ended up like this."
"No matter who you are, Nox, I, Alan Kosmos... will have you killed!"
At Greenville University's First Hospital.
Alan looked at Lunar and Stellan lying on the hospital beds, receiving oxygen, his face darkening.
The two brothers were unconscious, with no telling when they would wake up.
"Brother Kosmos, it's confirmed. Nox is indeed from Greenville University's Sanda Club, a core member."
"His parents are ordinary people, with no significant background, just an uncle who's a dean."
A woman with wine-red hair approached him.
Her name was Liora Gibson, Alan's mistress and secretary, a very attractive woman.
People like Alan, who made it big, would set up companies to appear as businessmen, but essentially, they were still thugs, with money collected from protecting others as their main income.
"Damn it, a university student practicing Sanda, is he that powerful? To hell with that!"
Alan gritted his teeth and said, "Doesn't matter, Liora, gather the men!"
"If one isn't enough, then ten, if ten isn't enough, then twenty, if twenty isn't enough, then fifty, if fifty isn't enough, then a hundred!! I refuse to believe that this Nox guy is a Superman!"
"If I can't get him killed, I don't deserve to be in the West City District anymore!"
Liora Gibson frowned secretly, seemingly disagreeing with the decision.
But she still nodded.
"Okay, Brother Kosmos, I'll call and get the boys ready right now."
"He must be killed!"
"Yes!"