"Is your arm useless?" James Brown reached out with a concerned face to help Michael Brown up.
Michael stood up, flinging his hand away and shouting angrily: "Get lost! Did you see how pathetic you were just now? Practically licking his shoes! Don't tell people you're my brother when you're out there, it's embarrassing!"
After yelling, he turned to look at the group of spectators behind him. "And you guys! A bunch of disloyal cowards!"
"Don't be mad, Michael. Just now it all happened so fast; we didn't even have a chance to figure out how to help you. Plus, your brother was being so polite to that guy, we didn't want to make things harder for him."
"Michael, you were being a bit impulsive too. Mia didn't say anything while that guy grabbed her; it's obvious they know each other. Maybe Mia secretly got herself a boyfriend."
"Quit talking nonsense, that's her brother," Michael rubbed his wrist.
"How do you know?"
