"You're actually using that as an excuse???"
What a flimsy, nonsense excuse!
Massa said indifferently, "I was just giving him a way out. Barton knows our brotherhood isn't worth much—certainly not two hundred thousand US dollars. That's the adult world for you."
"Alright, let's just hope we don't bump into your good brother Barton on our way back," Dean said, rolling his eyes.
Since, in Massa's eyes, Barton isn't worth two hundred thousand US dollars, it stands to reason that in Barton's eyes, Massa's life is even less likely to be worth five million US dollars!
Massa revealed a cunning smile. "Dean, guess why I asked you to come along? Because the bounty is too big this time; Barton can't be trusted! But with you, Anthony's student, around, he wouldn't dare make a move. Trust me. In at most half an hour, he'll know I've teamed up with you. As long as he doesn't want to die, he'll have to act as if nothing has happened."
Dean silently took out a cigarette and lit it.
