The two brothers were fierce and menacing. It was obvious they were not to be messed with.
One of them, face twisted with ferocity, pointed a knife at the crowd. The other was sprawled gracelessly on the ground, his eyes half-closed. He wasn't looking at anyone, but he still gave off an intimidating air.
The others were intimidated and kept their distance, none daring to make a rash move.
However, not everyone was willing to back down. A short, scrawny man with a gloomy face glared at the one holding the knife. "There's plenty of room up there, enough for each of us to have a spot. By what right do you claim it all for yourselves?"
"By what right? By the right that my brother and I got here first! You got a problem with that? If you're so tough, come up here and fight me. If you win, the place is yours. Give it to whoever you want, and I won't say a damn thing. Otherwise, you'd better shut your mouth!"
