Chapter 77

　　"Thank you, Amaya, for saving me!" Cena said, still looking into my eyes. 　　"You are welcome, Cena, who are those you have offended?" I asked him as he grunted in pain. 　　He shook his head, and said, "I don't know, Amaya!" I took a glance at his injured stomach, and my memory flashed back to the prison guard that was killed a few days ago. The gash on Cena's stomach was the same as that of the dead prison guard. The killer of the prison guard must be the one that gash through Cena's stomach, and the person that sent them knew about the death of the prison guard. 　　"Don't you think about the gash on your belly?" I asked Cena, his eyes widened, and stared at his belly one more time, but now with clear and examining eyes. 　　"The prison guard," he muttered, spared me a glance, and continued, "This mark was the same mark on the late prison guard's body. Who could these people be?" Cena added, lost in thought. 　　I hung my hand over Cena's shoulder and motioned him to my mother's place so h