"Or what?" The man with brightly colored hair gritted his teeth and glared at his partner, "Do you expect me to stay here and perform a tango for you?"
"What do you mean by that? Do you not even consider us brothers in your heart? Otherwise, his hand has been messed up by this guy, and you don't even want revenge for him, that's fine, but you actually want to run away. Are you still our leader? Are you even qualified to be our leader?"
The man with dreadlocks questioned repeatedly, like one slap after another hitting him hard across the face.
"Is that how you think of me?" The man with brightly colored hair looked at his brother incredulously and asked.
"It's not about how I think of you; it's about what you've done. Your actions make me think of you this way, what can I do? I also want to think better of you, but have you given me that chance? Look at you now, you're nothing but a cowardly deserter." The man with dreadlocks vented his dissatisfaction fueled by alcohol.
