"My friend!"
Colonel Aisade's first impression on Song Heping was like that of a powerful, muscular gorilla, shirtless on top, wearing only camo pants below, his chest muscles exaggerated like those of guys in the gym who've done plenty of steroids.
Two half-naked black girls were attending to him, feeding him fruit.
Although Song Heping had never been particularly interested in black girls, he had to say that the physiques of these two were impressive, with curves that could make noses bleed, the kind you could rest a cocktail glass on their butts.
Seeing Song Heping come in, the leader of the Salafi Armed who sat behind the desk lifted a hand and patted the carpet, signaling the guest to sit beside him.
Song Heping smiled and greeted, then sat down next to this guy known for his brutality.
Peter had warned Song Heping that if he met with Aisade, he should be careful not to provoke him.
It was said that this man had a bad temper and his style of doing things was very cruel.
