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?"

inevitable," Ricardo said arrogantly, his swollen eyes half-closed. "Today ends one

down for the moment, his

upbringing, Casper was no stranger to confrontation. For those who dared to cross him, fists and kicks were his go-to, his decisiveness and ruthlessness

feat. The thugs in front of him were armed with

Philippe on his wrist was now tightly wound around

gaze, steady and unwavering,

by one, or all at once?" Casper took a step back, readying

underworld, didn't

gesture, he shouted, "All at once!

thugs rushed Casper, clubs

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

"Thump..."

echoed as a club brutally grazed Casper's left cheek,

a wild beast let loose,

body shook violently from the impact, blood

jel?