There was no discernible injury, no visible wound to account for the sudden appearance of blood.

How could there be blood all of a sudden? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as suspicion clouded the atmosphere.

"Do you want to frame me?" The accusation pierced the silence, cutting through the tension like a knife. But Willie was undeterred, his resolve unyielding. “Don't forget that there were surveillance cameras at the place where I hit you," Tyrese countered, his tone firm. "There was no blood on your body at that time." Anger simmered beneath the surface as the confrontation escalated. Tyrese continued, "Get out of here, or I'll call the police."

But Willie stood his ground, his defiance unwavering. "You can call the police. I also want to do that," he declared. As he lay on the ground, Willie seized the opportunity to assert his innocence. “Did everyone hear that?" His voice rose with conviction. "He admitted that he hit me. There were surveillance cameras at that time, and I didn't have any blood on my body. Now the blood is flowing from my mouth and nose. There might be something wrong with my viscera."

The gravity of the situation dawned upon the onlookers, their murmurs of concern growing louder. "Yes, there are some people who have had car accidents and do not suffer trauma but have internal injuries," someone interjected, their voice laced with apprehension. “You'd better go to the hospital to take an X-ray..."