Gary was a large man.
Larger than most of the Dreamers who claimed to be descendants of giants.
With a towering height of 8 to 9 ft, Gary walked out of the Swordfish. His hairs were curly black and reached to his shoulders. His face was beardless and his eyebrows were thick. And his black pupils had a hint of blue and red at their round edges, a trait of giant descendants.
Not one Dreamer, craning their neck up to look at him, could have believed that such a Dreamer had begged for his life just a few hours before.
Thump!
As Gary jumped out of the spaceship, his shadow flickered, but it soon stabilized itself. From afar, Robert came running towards him.
"Gary, mate, you are alive. Hah! Everyone thought you were done for when we lost contact with your spaceship."
From the way Robert and Gary hugged each other, it didn't seem that their relationship was just limited to a Vice-leader and a leader of a trafficking gang.
Sigh!
