The one who descended from the helicopter was a square-faced middle-aged man, about forty years old, wearing a uniform with four stars on the epaulettes.
Emblazoned on his chest was a golden pattern of osmanthus flowers.
This should be Colonel Chu Zhengming from the Nineteenth Field Division.
Zhou Ping'an, working in Dongjiang and being an insider of the system, had some understanding of the various bigshots in Dongjiang City.
He had even seen these figures on television before.
Seeing Chu Zhengming arriving in person, he knew that the other party's intention might not be as he had imagined.
No sooner had Chu Zhengming steadied himself than his gaze lingered for half a second on the corpse of the Blood Eagle still twitching uncontrollably before turning to look at the four artillery vehicles and the eight headless corpses in uniform.
His face instantly turned very ugly.
