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?"

"Today ends one of two

grudgingly set Eliza down for the moment,

cross him, fists and kicks were his go-to, his decisiveness and ruthlessness

small feat. The thugs in front of him were

Philippe on his wrist

gaze, steady and unwavering, locked onto the enemies

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

a figure in the underworld, didn't

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

the thugs rushed Casper,

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

"Thump..."

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

beast let loose, spurted out, splattering

violently from the impact, blood spraying from his

jel?