Camden River pushed Alexander Miller hard, gritting his teeth, "Mia Ginger’s phone."
He turned around and quickly went back into the forest.
Camden River quickly heard clearly too.
His expression changed, no longer caring about being angry with Windsor Myres, he followed her into the woods, and soon they found Mia Ginger’s phone in the bushes.
There was still some blood on it.
"It’s Mia Ginger’s phone." Windsor Myres glanced at the caller ID and directly answered, saying "Hello."
Koa Jackson was taken aback, "Who is this? I’m looking for Mia Ginger."
"Mia Ginger is in trouble." Windsor Myres stated directly, "The phone was found in the woods by Kane Lee’s tomb at our school."
Koa Jackson didn’t say much more, telling her to wait there, and then hung up.
Windsor Myres took a deep breath, looking around frantically, somewhat at a loss.
Camden River saw her anxious face under the moonlight.
If he remembered correctly, these two had never gotten along.
But now, she seemed extremely worried.
She didn’t seem to be faking it.
Camden River was slightly touched, turned his face calmly, and said, "Don’t panic, she probably hasn’t been missing for long. Let’s split up and search."
As soon as the words were spoken, he frowned again.
He directly took out his phone and called the counselor, calmly opening, "Right, in the woods near Kane Lee’s tomb. Windsor Myres from class seven and I are looking for her. Please notify campus security to dispatch people quickly."
Camden River hung up the phone.
He looked up to meet Windsor Myres’s overly captivated gaze.
He was momentarily stunned.
"You look so handsome when you make calls." Windsor Myres suddenly said.
"Daydreamer." Camden River snorted unhappily, turned on the phone’s flashlight, "Someone will be here soon, let’s split up and search for any clues."
"Okay." Windsor Myres nodded, took her own phone, and started searching along the light.
With blood on the phone, things were obviously serious.
Camden River frowned, patiently searching for traces of blood.
Soon, he got close to where several men were hiding.
"Damn, what do we do?" One man whispered, glancing at the unconscious Mia Ginger.
"Take care of this pretty boy first." The leading man said viciously.
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light suddenly shone on his face.
Camden River’s voice was cold, "Who’s there!"
"It’s your grandpa!" The man cursed angrily, quickly darting out and wrestling with him.
The commotion naturally alarmed Windsor Myres.
She ran quickly towards the two.
Camden River turned sideways and saw two more men coming out, getting furious with Windsor Myres’s actions, swinging a punch at a man with a harsh voice, "Windsor Myres, get out of here! Stand outside and wait for help."
"I refuse." Windsor Myres said, picking up a nearby dry branch, swinging it wildly at the man approaching her.
Camden River, one against three, not to mention getting hurt, with even some injuries on his face she would feel sad.
They had already called for help anyway, her presence might stall for a bit.
He caught a glimpse of her fierce face.
Camden River felt extremely unlucky.
To be stuck with someone .
He took a punch to the face but didn’t dare slack off, engaging in a fight with the men.
He had trained consistently from childhood, and his physical fitness was good. With the unconscious Mia Ginger nearby and a disruptive Windsor Myres, he naturally couldn’t let his guard down, fighting fiercely.
Koa Jackson arrived first and heard the sounds of fighting and cries of pain from afar.
He quickened his steps into the forest, seeing a man snatch the dry branch from Windsor Myres and rush at her. This content belongs to novel·fıre·net
Without thinking, he stepped forward and kicked the man several meters away.
Windsor Myres was stunned.
This man’s fighting ability was too fierce.
Before she could react, Koa Jackson took two quick steps forward, grabbed the man rushing towards him by the head, raised his knee, and kicked him away as well.
The man let out a scream of extreme pain.
Camden River and the last man stopped.
Camden River’s face was bruised, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The other man clearly realized what happened, ignoring his two buddies, trying to flee.
Koa Jackson kicked him in the back.
The man let out an "ah" and flew straight forward.
Koa Jackson stepped forward, stomped on the back of his head, grinding heavily twice, and the man groaned and fainted.
Koa Jackson finally stopped.
He loosened his tie around the neck with his hand.
He searched with his eyes and saw Mia Ginger lying on her back behind the bushes not far away.
Camden River quickly bent down and picked up his phone.
Koa Jackson walked ahead to block the light from the phone’s flashlight, continuously taking off his jacket, stepping over a few dead branches, wrapping Mia Ginger in his suit jacket, and carefully picking her up.
Standing straight and turning around, Camden River saw his face clearly.
He was clearly stunned.
The man in just a shirt and dress pants was taller than him, extremely upright and handsome. At this moment, he had a restrained anger that made him look cold, intimidating.
Instinctively, Camden River lowered his gesture.
Avoiding the phone’s light shining on his face.
His emotions were complicated, feeling a vague sense of inexplicable loss.
This man was mature and composed, showing fierce determination, making him feel ashamed.
Among so many guys at the New Media Institute, Mia Ginger didn’t have an eye for any.
Her gaze never settled on anyone for more than a second.
Even the military training officer who clearly favored her couldn’t evoke any sentiment in her.
Once you’ve seen the best, those relatively good ones fall behind.
Camden River’s thoughts turned many times, suddenly hearing urgent footsteps.
Windsor Myres returned, leading counselor Alexander Miller and three or four campus security guards, coming to where the group was.
Alexander Miller glanced at the three men lying on the ground and at Mia Ginger in Koa Jackson’s arms, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said, "Thankfully, nothing happened."
"Nothing happened?" Koa Jackson was much taller, gazing down at him, suddenly smirking coldly, "A student suffers an accident on campus, narrowly avoiding disgrace, and that’s called nothing? Cloud Capital University claims to be the nation’s top institution, is this how it ensures student safety?"
He had an unusually stern demeanor, with a touch of sarcasm, his tone cold and sharp, unrelentingly questioning, putting significant pressure.
Alexander Miller was taken aback, speechless.