The person fell to the ground after staggering for a bit.
The jacket and T-shirt were cut a while ago and the wound on the back had blood gushing out ceaselessly. As the person fell to the ground, the light from the street lamp shone on the face for a fraction of a second, revealing slightly stout features with very short hair. Even with a nose ring on, it did very little to conceal the person's gender.
Whether was it the bulging part at the chest or the petite physique, all signs were telling Kieran the person who had just passed out on the ground was a lady.
However, as long as the target was a stranger to Kieran, regardless of man or woman, he or she would not get any kindness from him.
A gentleman would give appropriate care once the fallen person was identified as a lady, Kieran admired those gentlemen quite a bit but would never become one of them.