As Anderson previously said to his daughter, now he really is in the place Marsha told him before.
Anderson's eyes seemed to cast his eyes around the place there.
Everything looks safe, nothing suspicious for him.
I don't know Anderson felt uncomfortable being there.
Moreover, he also didn't want to endanger his daughter if anyone noticed him there.
Indeed, not many people recognize his face. Still, on several occasions, the higher-ups of the organization who bought weapons from him have, of course, once encountered him when they cannot be handled by other members of the organization.
A girl's laughter seemed crisp in his ears.
Anderson was very familiar with the voice. Even closer, a smile was apparent in front of him.
"How? Are you done?" Anderson asked Marsha.
Marsha nodded her head slowly.
"Dad was taking so long, I hurriedly finished riding it," Marsha complained to Anderson.
