Half an hour later.
Huangfu Jue's convoy drove out of the Duke Residence and headed to the F Country's embassy. Seated in the back, Huangfu Jue had already changed into a clean and tidy suit. If it weren't for the visible bloodshot in his eyes, it would be almost impossible to tell that anything had happened to him.
As the convoy entered the embassy, General Barton and his assistant were already standing on the steps waiting. Seeing Huangfu Jue get out of the car, he immediately came down from the steps to greet him.
Clad in a deep green military uniform, the slightly portly figure of the over-fifty-year-old General still had sharp eyes.
"Duke." General Barton extended his hand to Huangfu Jue with a warm smile, "Welcome, welcome. I originally thought there wouldn't be a chance to meet you on this trip to A Country. It's truly an honor that you could join me for lunch."
"You're too kind, General."
