His Destructive, Toxic Love

"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.

"Do we really have to fight?" His eyes narrowed, glinting coldly.

"It's inevitable," Ricardo said arrogantly, his swollen eyes half-closed. "Today ends one of two ways: either you die, or you leave."

Casper grudgingly set Eliza down for the moment, his eyes hardening with ruthless determination.

Despite his wealthy 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 his trademarks. But today's situation was different.

He needed to resolve this mess quickly, and that was no small feat. The thugs in front of him were armed with clubs and other weapons, while he was unarmed.

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

His gaze, steady and unwavering, locked onto the enemies ahead.

"Are you coming at me one by one, or all at once?" Casper took a step back, readying himself.

Ricardo, a figure in the underworld, didn't care for any so-called rules.

With a grand gesture, he shouted, "All at once! Don't let him walk out of here!"

At his command, the thugs rushed Casper, clubs swinging.

At first, Casper managed to fend them off easily, but their sheer numbers soon overwhelmed him. Clubs rained down on him, striking his back, shoulders, and even his knees, landing heavy blows.

"Thump..."

A muffled sound echoed as a club brutally grazed Casper's left cheek, tearing the corner of his mouth.

Blood, like a wild beast let loose, spurted out, splattering on the ground.

Casper's body shook violently from the impact, blood spraying from his mouth The thugs, their faces

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twisted with feral smiles, circled him like wolves around prey.

Trapped in the middle, Casper's dark eyes fixed on them. He had to take them down to get Eliza out of there.

Time was running out.

He clenched his fists, struggling to

stay on his feet, swinging his bloodied fists in a desperate battle against the thugs, amidst a storm of blood and violence.

Blood reddened his vision, his demeanor fierce and ruthless.

His movements were swift and decisive, each punch fueled by anger and raw strength.

When the last thug fell to the ground in agony, Casper stopped, panting heavily, and looked over at Ricardo, who was standing off to the side.