My silly wife, wait for me!

Damn it! He was threatened!!

"Do not!" Dexter shouted. "...Well! I'll open the bag, but I also don't agree to put my gun down. What if I pocket it? If the gun is in my pocket, I won't be able to shoot you either."

Altos thought for a moment, "...Okay! Pocket-it right now."

"I pocketed it because I'm sure that before the bag is opened, no bullets would shoot at me." Dexter put the gun in his pocket, as Altos threw the bag at him.

"At least, before my wife manages to leave here safely, I have to make sure I'm safe," he added.

Huh!

"…Mister Dexter, I don't know that you have calculated everything well. I underestimate you too much!" Altos said.

Dexter just smiled with a devilish grin on the corners of his lips. He was too lazy to give any response!

Seeing Dexter who didn't open the bag, he was mad and screamed, "What are you waiting for, still haven't opened the bag?"