Chapter1190 Save Me, Mr. Moore

The narrow path was dark, and the street lights cast eerie shadows over it, creating an inexplicable sense of unease.

Camilla put away her phone and walked quickly towards the exit.

Just then, several people suddenly rushed out and surrounded her.

Camilla's expression turned cold as she questioned, "Who are you?"

The leader said, "It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that you're in trouble!"

With a wave of his hand, his subordinates immediately charged toward Camilla.

Camilla quickly grabbed her bag and swung it at the attackers. The bag was made of a hard texture, so it dealt some painful damage.

The attackers were finding it hard to approach Camilla.

Camilla's expression grew even more tense as she stared at them. "At least tell me why you're doing this."

The leader didn't answer her. Instead, he charged directly at her. He snatched her bag before reaching to grab her arm.

"Help! Someone help me!" Camilla shouted. It was late, and no one seemed to be around to hel