The moment Lin Han stepped off the plane, the expressions of every member of the Divine Strategy Army changed.
Then, their faces filled with utter disdain.
Although they already knew Lin Han was a young man in his early twenties, they hadn't expected him to look so frail.
Looking like he couldn't even truss a chicken, how capable could he possibly be?
"Looks like our new Dragon Marshal is a scholar, not a soldier!" a fat man chuckled coldly.
"Fatty Luo, what's on your mind?" a few other high-ranking officers asked, looking at the fat man.
Luo Dalong currently held the highest military rank within the Divine Strategy Army. Coupled with his long-standing renown, he had gained considerable influence now that the army was effectively leaderless.
"What ideas could I possibly have? I'll just follow the leadership's arrangements," Luo Dalong chuckled coldly.
