Long-absent cabin, long-absent scorching heat.
Although it was a dry heat, whether in Los Angeles or South Africa, Baghdad's dryness was incomparable. Its aridness was purer, its heat fiercer.
Taking a breath felt as though one's lungs needed to be watered, that kind of dry heat, truly refreshing.
That expensive suit, which accentuated Gao Guang's figure, was quite nice and was starting to grow on him. Uncomfortable, yes, but it certainly looked classy.
Too bad one couldn't wear suits like that when doing business in a place like Baghdad.
"Baghdad..."
Gao Guang spread his arms wide, embracing the Baghdad sunlight, but before he could make any sentimental remarks, a soldier behind him said with an impatient tone, "Move aside, don't block the rail!"
Gao Guang's moment of sentimentality was cut short as he had no choice but to step aside.