The spiked hair yelled and yelled again but by now the old man cold no longer respond not because his life force had extinguished but because he had became unconscious. But upon hearing no response from him, he feared the worst.
'No, did he die'
'The punches were not that hard'
That is what he thought but it was only to young people. If it was for old men like them it would have a different impact.
'No, no, no'
The only light that was shining in the room turned off. The surrounding openings seemed liked they were blocked by a black shadow, no light was present inside this room except for a small light that was surrounding the spiked hair. He could see that there was a figure coming towards him from the dim light.
"Sir, I am sorry for offending you"
"How much did that old man offer you"
"I can offer you twice no thrice"
