The General's Gambit

Walking down the corridor, Peter caught the glances of people passing by, both men and women.

He had a face that was beyond reach for all men, with straight hair that reached his shoulders. A slight smile could easily enchant countless girls, but the cunning glint in his eyes made the smile seem sinister and devious. His gait was graceful, as if a deity had descended to the mortal world. With his hands in his pockets, he exuded a certain dignity. Just give him an expensive cigarette, and he would become Vito Corleone from "The Godfather."

He arrived at the door of the general's office and glanced at the two men crouching beside it. They had been watching him all along, their eyes filled with anticipation. It instantly dawned on him what had happened, so he chose to step into the room with his left foot first.

"Yes! I finally won! Where's my dollar?" The man on the left raised his hands in triumph, then demanded money from the man on the right.

"Damn it! Why didn't you step into the room with your right foot?" The man on the right shook his head and questioned Peter.

"Well... let's see if my foot wants to step into the room, huh?" Peter shrugged, his lips curling up. "By the way, you should give the money to this guy."

"Thanks to your left foot!" The man on the left took the dollar in his hand and ran off gleefully out of Peter's sight, while the man on the right lit a cigarette, trying to shake off his bad mood.

Ignoring all this, Peter decided to enter the room fully.

In front of the door was a bookcase filled with books of various thicknesses. Along the bookcase was a desk and several chairs. Beside the desk was General Nolan's office desk, adorned with several photo frames and a pen holder containing a few ballpoint and correction pens. General Nolan was currently picking up a photo frame and examining it carefully, appearing to enjoy it while a hint of sorrow showed in his eyes.

"General," Peter addressed General Nolan in his usual manner, a tone that could easily make one question if he had any respect for the general, "Who are you missing?"

"Your timing is impeccable," General Nolan put down the photo frame, his face suddenly turning serious. "As punctual as ever."

"I'm a man of my word."

"I can see that," General Nolan chuckled slightly. "Can you guess what I want you to do?"

"Hunt down the mole?" Peter tilted his head in an adorable manner.

"Indeed, I saw that from the look in your eyes as you looked at me," General Nolan's smile became more apparent. "Do you know what you're supposed to do then?"

"Find the mole with all my effort?"

"Wrong."

"Oh," Peter understood, his actions seemingly flamboyant. "Spy on Ming Fa and Christine?"

"Exactly," Nolan nodded.