Isaac's lips pursed in contemplation. “What can happen to him? Leave him alone."

He held her. “Let's go home."

"We'd better go and have a look," Camila insisted.

Isaac looked at her, and after a brief pause, he relented, "Okay."

After getting in the car, he asked, "Do you know the address?”

"It seems to be a place named Bean and Gone." Camila recalled the possible location.

Isaac, unfamiliar with the place, used the GPS navigation to locate it.

Arriving half an hour later, they found Forrest being escorted out by several people, his face marked with evident injuries from an altercation.

It was obvious that he had been in a fight.

Exiting the car, Camila and Isaac approached.

Forrest, spotting them, greeted with a weary smile. “You're here."

Isaac asked coldly, "What's going on?"

Why did he keep causing trouble?

“Nothing, really," replied Forrest with a smile.

Now he was a little bit sober.

“Do you know this man?" a bald man approached and asked.

"I'll vouch for whatever he did. Tell me, what did he do? What's it gonna take for you to let him go?" Isaac went straight to the point.

When the bald man heard someone was willing to pay, he quickly showed a dirty painting that had been vomited on. He said, "This person came to our art exhibit, but ruined our painting. He must compensate me."

"How much is it?"

“Two hundred thousand," the bald man replied.