His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 678

"No worries, really." My back's just a bit sore.

The tall guy, without a second thought, plopped his big hands on my shoulders, his lips curling into a teasing grin. "Listen, buddy, you can't dodge this forever, so why not just..."

Before he could finish, Casper's eyes narrowed, and he flicked the guy's hand away.

Then, with a swift motion, his leg lashed out, delivering a kick with force and precision that was anything but ordinary.

Caught off guard, the tall guy went flying, crashing through several tables and chairs, creating a cacophony of splintering wood. He landed with a heavy thud and a pained yell.

Casper pulled Eliza behind him, his expression a mix of pride and icy calm, enough to make everyone around take a step back.

A few cocky types, seeing their buddy get humiliated, were instantly fired up. They clenched their fists and charged at Casper, thinking they could take him down with sheer numbers.

A smirk of disdain and calm flickered in Casper's eyes.

To him, these guys were just your run-of-the-mill street pests, nothing more than a few punches and kicks could handle.

But Eliza's heart was racing.

All she saw was a crowd ganging up on the few.

Worried Casper might get the short end of the stick, she grabbed a beer bottle and, without a second thought, swung it at the nearest muscle-bound guy.

As the bottle shattered over his head, the room fell silent.

came the guy's groans and unsteady

with my man, I'll make sure they don't see

declared, her voice a bit raspy from the

a bit red from the alcohol, locked onto the intruders

you've got the guts, come at me. I'll have you blooming

Casper: ...

smirk; this

can talk big, little miss? Watch me..." The guy

taking Eliza seriously, swinging

a flash, casually tripped

with sunglasses stumbled,

Crash.

at Eliza's feet, dust kicking up around

chuckled, her foot pressing lightly on his shoulder, "What's the matter? Planning to serenade me in

shame, he barked

attackers, now down to three,

shaken, clenched his fists but hesitated, unsure of his next

pair wasn't to be

maybe we should just

round-bellied man

rest exchanged glances, realizing they'd bitten off more than they could chew, and

back for you," they

half-bottle, feeling her knees weaken, but Casper caught her just in time. "What's