I just said one damn sentence, and it's already been a minute. How are you calculating time? Besides, you're only wearing swimming trunks. I don't see any watch on you—did you strap one to... there?
Anderson wanted to snap, but as he stared at the bullet-less gun in his hand, a wave of helplessness washed over him. "Fine, I can't produce the certificate right now. What do you want to do? I can compensate you, pay you back all your money..."
"Giving in so quickly?" Yan Fei paused in surprise. "The money's already spent. I never planned on taking it back. What I need now is that certificate. Once I have it, we can settle the account of how you screwed me over. Without the certificate... well, you can imagine the consequences yourself!"
After pausing for a moment, he added, "You've got two minutes left."
Why don't you just say you're trying to screw me over? Damn it!
Anderson almost blurted those words aloud.
