chapter 15 You said you won't fight if you don't want to fight?

Delyna thought that Castor would be jealous when he saw her chatting with other boys.
However, Castor just walked away after finishing his meal, without giving her an extra glance, which annoyed her again.
"Hmph, Castor, I don't believe that you have no feelings for me at all."
"Unless you're a eunuch!"
"Just keep pretending!"
Delyna looked at Castor's retreating figure, convinced that he must be jealous but was just keeping it to himself.
"Junior, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."
Ryder looked at her with a smile.
Delyna felt disgusted and instantly reverted to her cold demeanour, "No need, senior, I have my own hands."
Ryder, "..."
During the meal, Castor noticed that Delyna, sitting three tables away, kept looking at him. So, he sent her a WeChat message.
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
When Delyna received the message, her face flushed red instantly.
How did he know...
"Who's looking at you??? Narcissist!"
After sending the message, Delyna was infuriated, wondering how there could be such an annoying person in the world.
"OMG, Delyna, are you chatting with Brother Armstrong?"
Follia excitedly leaned in, "Let me see what you guys are talking about!"
"It's nothing!" Delyna blocked Castor.
She hoped Castor would show an angry or disappointed expression, but he seemed not to notice and quietly continued eating.
At that moment, a group of people entered the cafeteria.
A burly young man with a buzz cut, holding a bespectacled boy, stood not far from Delyna.
"Quickly, find that Castor guy, I have something to discuss with him!" the burly young man threatened.
"Okay... okay, Brother Draco!" The bespectacled boy looked terrified.
"Damn it, I go out for a few days for a competition, and such a big incident happens in the club..." The burly young man stood with his hands on his hips, followed by a group of fierce youths.
"Are they here to trouble Castor?"
Delyna was secretly alarmed.
She initially wanted to enjoy the drama, but seeing the menacing look of the group, she knew it was serious.
After removing Castor from the block list, she quickly sent him a message.
"Hey! Did you provoke someone you shouldn't have? They are here to trouble you, get out through the back door."
Just as she sent the message, the bespectacled boy from the junior class suddenly spotted Castor, "Brother Draco, that's... that's Castor!"
"Alright."
The burly young man, along with a group of club members, immediately walked over.
The students along the way scattered, not daring to provoke them.
"It's the president of the Sanda Club, Hendrix Carter!"
"What does he want to do?"
Some sophomores and juniors recognized the burly young man.
As the president of the Sanda Club who had won several city-level championship trophies for the school, he was well-known.
"Are you Castor? Come with me, I have something to ask you!"
Hendrix approached, slapping his hand on the table in front of Castor, causing the soup in the stainless steel plate to splash out.
"..."
Castor hated being disturbed while eating.
However, he did not react immediately but looked up and said, "If you have something to say, say it here."
"Fine!"
Hendrix directly asked, "My brother Nox was hospitalized a few days ago by a group of people, with more than twenty fractures and dozens of stitches. Do you know who did it?"
"How would I know." Castor was puzzled.
"Say it again!"
This time, Hendrix flipped his plate, "I've had people check, and you, kid, provoked some thugs outside the school, using Nox's name. Did you do it?"
"They troubled me first." Castor said.
"So, you admit it?" Hendrix sneered with his arms crossed.
"Hm, what do you want to do about it?" Castor's expression was calm.
The surroundings were silent.
Hundreds of students stared in disbelief.
"That sneaky kid!"
Ryder from the track team said with a strange expression, "He actually dared to do such a thing. He's done for. Even I wouldn't dare to provoke Brother Draco."
"He's in big trouble now."
Other members of the track team also shook their heads.
Among the student body of Greenville University, except for Brother Eithan and Sister Morgana from the Ancient Martial Arts Club, there was no one Hendrix Carter wouldn't dare to provoke. He was also well-liked for his righteousness and had many followers.
"Delyna, what should we do?"
Follia looked anxiously at Delyna.
"He really dares to mess around. I'm speechless!"
Delyna was also troubled and quickly took out her phone, "I know a few teachers, let me contact them first."
Meanwhile, Hendrix initially wanted to beat up Castor in front of everyone to avenge Nox, but his followers dissuaded him.
"Brother Draco, there are so many cameras here, don't be impulsive." A follower advised.
"How about taking him to our place and then teach him a lesson!" Another follower suggested.
"Fine!"
Hendrix temporarily suppressed his anger, propped his hands on the table, and glared menacingly at Castor, "Kid, dare to come to the Sanda Club activity room with us to talk about some things..."
"Lead the way." Castor stood up.
Hendrix and the Sanda Club members were stunned, not expecting the freshman to agree so readily.
"Fine, you've got guts!"
Hendrix snorted coldly.
In front of so many people, it was indeed not appropriate to start a fight, as the school had its rules and regulations.
But in their territory, it was a different story...
Soon, Hendrix and his group took Castor to the student activity centre of Greenville University.
The Sanda Club was a major club with its own activity room, spacious enough for a standard basketball court.
"Go in, junior."
A member of the Sanda Club smiled at Castor.
Castor walked in, and immediately the door behind him was locked.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
The Sanda Club member who spoke earlier kicked at him fiercely.
Unexpectedly, Castor caught his ankle and, before he could react, swung him around like a stick.
Bang, bang, bang. Including Hendrix Carter, six members of the Sanda Club were thrown against the wall.
"Damn, he knows how to fight, let's get him together!"
Hendrix cursed and got up from the ground, kicking towards Castor.
Castor, with no fancy moves, dodged his kick and punched him relentlessly.
Soon, Hendrix couldn't withstand the beating. His forearm swelled, and his face was bruised.
The other Sanda Club members were knocked down with a single punch, either with broken bones or internal bleeding, kneeling and vomiting.
"No more, no more!"
Hendrix couldn't bear the pain, feeling his forearm must be broken.
"Do you call the shots on whether to continue?"
Castor slapped him again, making him dizzy.
"Weren't you very tough in the cafeteria just now?"
Castor then kicked him, breaking the locked door.
Hendrix rolled into the corridor, in so much pain he couldn't see clearly or breathe.