Grasping the blade tightly, the man yanked it, making the thug lose his balance. Then, without missing a beat, he delivered a powerful kick that sent the thug flying. The thug crashed to the ground and scrambled backward in fear.
“Get lost,” the man roared.
Once he was sure the thug had fled, he turned and helped Eliza up. "You okay? What brought you to such a remote spot?"
Eliza finally got a good look at her rescuer’s face. It was Casper.
Reacting as if she had touched something disgusting, she pushed him away. "Mind your own business."
"I just saved you, and this is how you react? Isn’t that a bit ungrateful?" His palm was still bleeding. "At least come with me to get this treated."
"Who asked you to save me? Why’re you trying to be a hero?" Eliza snapped, showing no gratitude.
Casper stared at her, dumbfounded. "I did it because I wanted to, okay? I’ll pay for my own treatment; just come with me. Is that too much to ask?"
"Why should I go with you just because you're hurt?" Eliza shoved him aside with clear disdain. "Stop acting like a victim."
Casper was at a loss for words. Watching her walk away determinedly, he called after her, "It's so dark here. Aren't you afraid of running into more trouble?"
"Anything's less dangerous than you."
As Eliza walked away, Casper stood frozen for a moment before jogging to catch up.
"Why won’t you appreciate someone trying to help you?"
Eliza shot him a cold glance, then pulled out her phone and dialed 911. "Hello, 911? There's a creep harassing me on New Glory Street. Yes, please come quickly."
Casper was stunned. Did she really just call the police?
"Since when did I become a creep?" He angrily grabbed her arm, stopping her. "I saved you, and you call the cops on me? What’s your problem?"
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