Whenever Bart talked about these things, he could only laugh awkwardly. Brey didn't know that the thief he had been trying to catch was right in front of him, they had just toasted and drunk together.
Bart took a deep breath, he knew he absolutely couldn't be caught by Brey. Even though they were friends, Brey would hand him over for the sake of his principles, and then Bart would go to prison, and his friend couldn't survive.
He didn't have many close people, only a few friends, sometimes he felt Brey was one of them. Bart didn't want to confront his friend, nor let his friend die of illness.
Bart had to succeed.
The audience's hearts tightened, the music became urgent, dense drumbeats sounded, Bart and Brey's figures crossed back and forth several times narrowly, one turn would reveal the other.
Bart was sneaky, Brey was furious.
