Calhoun didn't care about both the people who were in the alley, and if the older man hadn't spoken about his mother, he wouldn't have involved himself. He could hear the man groan, and when he turned to look at the older person, he noticed the person's mouth was bleeding.
Without sparing another word, he left the alley as if he wasn't there.
The older man continued to groan, not understanding how a young man's punch could be this hurtful. He had fought with many people, but he hadn't expected Calhoun's punch to hold this much strength. When he spat the blood, a tooth fell on the ground along with the blood, and he cursed Calhoun.
"The bastard! I will fucking kill him!"
The younger man stood up, dusting his trousers before he wore the glass back on his face that had broken because of this shopkeeper who appeared to be in pain now. "Who is he?" asked the younger man.
