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.

the guy's groans and unsteady

mess with my man, I'll make sure

declared, her voice a bit raspy from

eyes, a bit red from the alcohol, locked

if you've got the guts, come at me.

Casper: ...

smirk; this woman was...

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

swinging his fist

as a flash, casually tripped him with a flick of

with sunglasses stumbled,

Crash.

at Eliza's feet,

pressing lightly on his shoulder, "What's the matter? Planning to serenade

mix of anger and shame, he barked at his buddies,

to three, sprawled

clearly shaken, clenched his fists but hesitated, unsure of

to be messed

maybe we should

man

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

they muttered, teeth

half-bottle, feeling her knees weaken, but Casper caught her just in time.