"Before I knew you guys, I thought my life was so thrilling, so dangerous. I felt like a man walking on a razor's edge, falling asleep every night in unease and terror, scared that one day my identity would be exposed."
Chris looked very lost as he drove, saying helplessly, "But after getting to know you all, I realized how peaceful and serene my former days were. Now, if someone stood in front of me and said, 'Hey, you con artist!' I would definitely say, 'So what if I am a con artist? At least I don't kill people...'"
He sighed heavily and looked at Anton in the passenger seat, his face full of helplessness, "It's only now that I know what real danger is."
Anton finally turned his head and looked at Chris, "Are you talking to me? I'm not your guide; I'm just your... colleague. We're colleagues, right?"
Chris said earnestly, "I think the word 'accomplice' is a little more accurate."
Anton nodded, then said to Chris, "Are you someone who likes to confide in strangers?"
