His Destructive, Toxic Love novel 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.

Then came the guy’s groans and unsteady steps.

"Whoever dares mess with my man, I’ll make sure they don’t see tomorrow’s sunrise," Eliza declared, her voice a bit raspy from the booze, fierce and unwavering. Her eyes, a bit red from the alcohol, locked onto the intruders as she held the broken bottle tight.

"You bunch, if you’ve got the guts, come at me. I’ll have you blooming like flowers."

Casper: ...

He couldn’t help but smirk; this woman was... something else.

"Hah, you think you can talk big, little miss? Watch me..." The guy with sunglasses sneered, not taking Eliza seriously, swinging his fist as he charged.

But Casper, quick as a flash, casually tripped him with a flick of his leg.

"We’ll be back for you," they muttered, teeth clenched, as they retreated.

Eliza dropped the half-bottle, feeling her knees weaken, but Casper caught her just in time. "What’s up?"

"I think I’m a bit tipsy." She felt embarrassed, knowing her alcohol tolerance was low. "Blame it on this darn breeze; it got to me."

Casper, both exasperated and fond, hoisted her onto his back.

They left the food stall behind.

It was early winter.

Falconridge streets at night were nearly empty, save for the occasional car.

The cold wind cut through like tiny knives.

His big hand pulled the coat snug around Eliza, making sure she stayed warm. "I think it’s time you said goodbye to drinking."

"No way, I love it." She tugged on Casper’s ear, her voice a playful whisper, "Hey, when I was playing hero back there, wasn’t I just the coolest?"