Luke, Xiao Hei, Bart, and others all stood outside the warehouse.
With a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes, Bart said, "Dempsey, I hear you've got a crush on me?"
"Heh heh..." Xiao Hei let out an evil chuckle.
"Nice one with the cold jokes, Bart." Dempsey hid the license plate behind his back; he hadn't expected anyone to be outside the warehouse. The Mustang was parked right at the door, and he had intended to put the license plate in the car and then bury it somewhere inconspicuous.
"I've got other matters to attend to, we'll chat another day." Dempsey forced a smile, ready to get into his car and leave.
"Buddy, what's that in your hand?" Bart walked up to the side of the Mustang, blocking Dempsey's path.
"It's none of your business." Dempsey placed the license plate behind him with his left hand, and with his right, he reached to pull open the car door, seemingly eager to force his way in and leave.