His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Move." Each word from the man's mouth felt like it was pulled straight from an icebox, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Ricardo knew this guy was no joke, so he raised his hand and blew a whistle.

In seconds, a bunch of people with dyed blonde hair and colorful outfits swarmed in.

"Looks like you can fight," Ricardo said, casually brushing the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertip, his eyes flickering with a mix of admiration and challenge. "Those punches packed some serious power. Not bad. I like a guy with guts. But whether you leave or not depends on whether you can take down me and my crew here."

"Ricardo, there's more than one way to solve a problem," Casper said, pausing just a moment, his gaze sweeping over the gang behind Ricardo. "Those of you with any sense should step aside."

He needed to get Eliza to the hospital, and fast. There was no time to waste.

Ricardo sneered, not giving Casper's words any weight.

"Think you can just fight your way out of here? Not that easy," he scoffed. "Everyone, get him! Whoever wins gets the girl."

Even the bravest lion struggles against a pack of hyenas.

Casper knew this all too well.

we really have to fight?" His eyes narrowed,

half-closed. "Today ends one of two ways:

set Eliza down for the

cross him, fists and kicks were his

this mess quickly, and that was no small feat. The thugs in front of him were armed with clubs and other

blood-stained Patek Philippe on his wrist was now tightly wound

steady and unwavering, locked

at me one by one, or all at once?" Casper took

the underworld, didn't care for any so-called

shouted, "All at once! Don't let him walk

thugs rushed Casper, clubs

but their sheer numbers soon overwhelmed him. Clubs rained down on him, striking his

"Thump..."

grazed Casper's left

beast let loose, spurted out,

from the impact, blood spraying from

jel?