You know what I think? I think you feel sorry for this guy. Maybe Kenji didn't get away in L.A. Maybe you let him go.

The Yakuza killed his family in Tokyo. He was sent to China when he was seven. He was put in Chenzou, the orphanage where I grew up. We kept each other alive.

You protected each other and you still protecting him.

I called him Shoung Dih. He was like my brother. And then, I left him.

You were adopted. What choice did you have?

He ended up on the streets. You could never understand.

I understand. I got a brother, too. My little brother, Perry. We used to be best friends. Now we don't even speak. He thinks I tipped off the cops about the chicken fights in his garage. Can you believe that? My own brother think I'm a snitch. Just because my chicken lost in the semifinals. I didn't even really care.

Carter.

He had to fight a chicken that didn't make his weight. And he still went the distance. He had a lot of heart. And he was delicious.

It's best if I do this on my own. This fight's personal.

Look, I'm-a help you, man. And I'm-a tell you right now. Whatever Kenji's trying to tell you, it ain't true. He ain't your brother.

And you're not my brother.

Fine. I'm not your brother.