What the hell?
The moment Anderson heard the voice, his shock was beyond description. Especially now, as he was already feeling anxious about Abe's disappearance.
Even though he couldn't clearly remember Yan Fei's voice, he was well aware of the things he had done.
So perhaps out of fright, he staggered, toppled onto the sofa, and then slowly slid down to the floor along its edge.
After that, he got up from the floor as if it was all part of the plan, now with a handgun he had pulled from underneath the sofa. One knee on the ground, he placed both hands holding the gun on the small coffee table, pointing the silenced muzzle toward the direction where the voice had come from.
