"Jackpot!" mumbled Fell who couldn't believe his ears. Even if the voice was changed due to passing through a microphone, and was slightly different from his voice in reality. Fell immediately recognized Moha's voice.
His hand swiftly moved toward the equipment, and he pressed a dial with a microphone image drawn on it. He approached the thin black colored microphone and coughed twice near it.
"Who the fuck is that?" Moha's coarse voice broke through Fell's ears.
Another cough resounded, and Moha heard Fell's youthful voice resound in Pig's Paw. "It's me, old man."
"Why the fuck are you contacting me through a radio?" his voice was filled with his inner puzzlement, and he asked another question. "Did you already leave the slums?"
