"Yes, speak now. Why are you silent? Speak." Blood started coming out of the mouth of the young man who fell down, but he was being beaten.
A white-colored open shirt on which black and silver colored chains were worn around the neck was going back and forth. Some bands were also worn on his strong wrist. The hair used to reach the shoulders, which was now coming out of a small pony. His face was horrified. The face was also getting moist due to the moisture of sweat. He had a scar near his lips and near his eye. Those two friends had injured each other. But even one's anger was not diminishing.
You see people passing by stop and take a photo and then go on their way. . In such a situation, only those two were the ones who were rescuing them both.
"Leave him. He had gone mad. He would f
