Alan's next punch landed on Felix and he saw the man spit blood. A smirk formed on his lips and he couldn't help himself.
"How about this punch, old man?" He had called him a young man because he had gone easy on him. Now he did it with more strength and his old body couldn't stand it?
"Not bad. Not bad," immediately the man pushed Alan to the ground, throwing his next punch in his stomach.
"I know your wife wouldn't like to see an ugly face when you return home. So I won't disfigure your face." He teased Alan as he whimpered in pain.
Felix's second blow had been more than the first one. He felt it within the depth of his stomach, and he could feel his intestine moving too.
"Would we all calm down now?" They both let go of each other when they heard Solomon's voice interrupting their playful fight.
