The soft ladder descended, and a young man emerged from the cabin.
Platinum blonde short hair, high nose bridge, deep-set eyes—it's the current trendy decadent beauty.
William adjusted his clothes and stepped forward with a smile: "Commander Anthony, I am—"
Before he could introduce himself, Anthony pushed him aside.
Then immediately stepped forward, saluted Fu Yunshen solemnly: "Air Fleet Commander Anthony reporting, sir."
"..."
A sudden silence fell around them.
William's pipe fell from his hand, and his mind buzzed.
Ying Zijin's live stream was also silent.
After a long while, a few scattered exclamation points floated across the screen.
[I'm dumbfounded.]
[Me too...]
[I'm more than dumbfounded; my mom asked me why I'm kneeling while watching the live stream.]
[Damn, what kind of magic world is this? How is President Fu related to IBI?]
[It's not just a relation, I'm going crazy. The Air Fleet Commander calls him sir!]
