A middle-aged man jumped out of the plane, followed by a tall and handsome man. One of them was General Taylor, the other was unfamiliar to them; they didn't recognize him. The man wore an army green uniform, had a crew cut, a tall and muscular build, and a pair of azure blue eyes that resembled the blue sky over the desert, pure and unstained. His features were well-defined, his eyes deep-set, often giving an illusion of deep affection. He stood like a pine tree, like a benchmark, unsmiling, with blue eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of thin ice.
Xiao Qiao and Lu Xiaojiu approached them. Xiao Qiao squinted, looking at the tall and handsome man. She felt as if she'd seen him somewhere before; he looked familiar and gave her a bad feeling. Yet, she couldn't recall where she might have seen him.
"General Taylor!" Lu Xiaojiu and Xiao Qiao saluted.
General Taylor was a middle-aged man, fifty-three years old, a renowned admiral holding substantial power.
