A Life Beyond Limits novel Chapter 257

At first, the girls from the shared dorm room—including Amelia and Queenie—had been praying that things wouldn't get too violent. They were especially worried about the finance students getting hurt.

But when they saw the gangsters getting their asses handed to them, scrambling to escape, an unexpected thrill ran through them.

These guys actually had guts.

And suddenly, being paired with them for the shared dorm didn't seem so bad—it was almost a badge of honor.

Leo, Zane, Neil, and Charlotte were just as stunned by the scene unfolding before them.

They had known Jack could fight. But this?

Leo clenched his fists, itching to jump in, but one look at Zane—who hadn't given the go-ahead—kept him in check.

Charlotte's eyes flickered with intrigue. "He's not just a good fighter. He knows how to lead."

It wasn't just brute strength. Jack had been controlling the entire battlefield. Under his protection, his classmates weren't just fighting back—they weren't even getting hurt.

It wasn't because the gangsters were holding back. It was because Jack was always in the right place at the right time, neutralizing the real threats before anyone could get seriously injured.

This wasn't about his classmates being great fighters. It was about Jack making sure they had nothing to fear.

Even Zane had to nod in approval. "Yeah… he's the real deal."

Watching it all unfold, Zane and Neil felt nothing but pure respect.

Jack wasn't fighting ten guys. He was taking on a hundred.

Meanwhile, Hector and Leslie had gone pale. They had never imagined that hiring some outside muscle would backfire this badly.

Coming from wealthy families, they had seen plenty in their lives, but nothing had prepared them for this—a full-scale student uprising.

They had poked the beehive, and now the entire swarm was coming for them.

Hector and Leslie were shaking as they scrambled toward their cars, trying to make a getaway. The girls who had been standing with them—usually full of smug confidence—were now frozen in fear, their faces drained of color.

And those so-called tough guys—the jocks and artsy types who had been puffing their chests, smoking, and acting cocky just moments ago? They were gone, scattered like roaches the moment things got real.