Without a word, the bodyguard punched the man in the abdomen.

“HMM... The man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain as his entire body shriveled.

"Who instructed you to follow me?" Camila asked coldly.

"I... I was just doing it for the money!" the man cried, but not answering her question.

Seeing this, the bodyguard continued raining him down with boots and fists.

After a while, the man eventually gave in.

He wasn't a tough guy, so it wasn't hard to break his spirit.

"Originally, we were street thugs, but one day, this man approached us and asked us to do tasks for him," the man began to confess.

"He paid us money, but I have no idea who he was or what his name was.

He always wore a mask, and we couldn't even tell whether that person was a man or a woman. There are around five or six of us doing tasks for him. As long as he paid well, we were willing to do whatever he ordered."

“How can I get in touch with him?" the bodyguard asked.

"I have his phone number," the man answered.

The bodyguard fished the phone out of the man's pocket and handed it to him, "Call him."

With his hand trembling in fear, the man scrolled down his phone until he found the number. When he found it, he dialed it immediately.

It didn't take long for someone to answer the call.

The bodyguard motioned for the man to speak.

The man spoke up in panic.

"The person you asked me to follow entered the community."

"Mila..." Rowena called out. She had come out to play with Joe and happened to see Camila on the other side of the road.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to hear the commotion and ended the call.