Ariel Morris quickly stepped back, her eyes filled with disgust as she glanced at him, coldly avoiding him.
A group of people gradually surrounded Ariel Morris, and she retreated step by step.
Malicious eyes scanned her from head to toe, and the air was filled with their overwhelming stench of alcohol, causing panic, fear, and unease to surge in Ariel Morris's heart.
She slipped her fingers into her pocket, quickly pulled out her phone, and pressed down.
Ariel Morris didn't know whether the call went through, but with a loud snap, it was knocked to the ground by them, the screen shattered, and then one of them arrogantly kicked the phone away, quickly approaching her.
Ariel Morris clenched her fingers tightly, glancing around to size up the number of people. About a dozen of them looked like college students, probably friends or classmates who had gotten drunk at a gathering, their faces flushed and eyes unfocused.
