Upon hearing this, Chayce's face contorted with rage, his cheeks quivering. He pointed at her, his voice laced with menace, "Do you realize the danger you're inviting by-"

Ah!"

He couldn't finish his sentence. A scream pierced the air.

Camila's eyes widened in astonishment.

She observed Isaac's hand.

As Chayce pointed at her with disrespect, Isaac had swiftly and brutally broken his finger.

Chayce took a step back, his index finger bending backward.

A distinct snap echoed.

A crisp sound of fracture was heard.

Camila frowned.

Camila winced at the sound. Then Chayce, in agonizing pain, bellowed an order," What are you fools waiting for? Come here and beat him to death!"

Several of his men, previously engrossed in a mobile phone screen displaying a profile, looked up, startled.

It was exactly Isaac's information.

Faced with such a wealthy and influential individual, they hesitated, unwilling to act.

Each of them harbored their own guilty secrets.

Escalating this incident could lead to unwanted scrutiny and potential legal consequences for past misdeeds.

None of them were eager to face jail time.

“Shouldn't we just leave?" someone suggested.

Another countered, “But if we abandon Chayce now, what future do we have with him? He won't want us anymore. He might even seek retribution for today's events."

“Then what should we do?"