As Kan and Mendy huddled together, their voices carried the weight of their conflicting emotions. The scene before them had ignited a storm of thoughts, and the urgency for action was palpable.
"We should do something!" Kan's voice resonated with anger, his resolve clear.
Mendy's surprise cut through the tension. "What? You aren't as impulsive as I thought, are you?"
"We can't just stand by while they do that!" Kan's response was charged with determination.
Mendy's tone shifted, taking on a more advisory note. "Remember why we're here. We're here to recruit, not start a brawl. First impressions are crucial."
"I'm not sure I want guys like that in our gang," Kan admitted, a trace of uncertainty in his voice.
Mendy leaned in, a glint of conviction in his eyes. "Look at the bigger picture. The Ghetto Brotherhood doesn't recruit soft-hearted souls. This level of ruthlessness is exactly what we need."
