The white man is about fifty years old. Although his age is advanced, he is full of energy, with the demeanor of a sage.
His presence exudes a strong sense of authority, clearly a figure accustomed to holding power for a long time.
"Hello, Risktaker Jack, I'm Lester."
The elderly white man extended his hand to Yang Fei, with a gentle and steady smile on his face.
"What, General Lester of the Military Department?"
Yang Fei looked astonished, nearly jumping up.
Lester controls heavy military forces, a figure George must win over.
Moreover, he belongs to the Bal Royal Family, so how did he get mixed up with the Illuminati's Rebel Army?
Lester smiled slightly: "Jack, I'm not part of the Bal Royal Family."
"My mother is from the Bal Royal Family, but my father is a Qibo Tribesperson."
Yang Fei was dumbfounded. He looked at Lester carefully, noticing that Lester lacked the sharp ears and big nose typical of Qibo Tribespeople.
