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.

to fight?" His

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

set Eliza down for the moment, his eyes hardening with ruthless

Casper was no stranger to confrontation. For those who dared to cross him, fists and kicks were

no small feat. The thugs in front of him were

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

unwavering, locked onto the enemies

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

in the underworld, didn't care for

gesture, he shouted, "All at once! Don't

command, the thugs rushed

him.

"Thump..."

grazed

let loose,

the impact, blood spraying from his mouth The thugs, their

jel?