Everyone stared at the absurdly young Lin Han, dressed in beach shorts and flip-flops. They simply couldn't reconcile this image with the Dragon Marshal of the Divine Strategy Army.
It was precisely this stark contrast that shrouded him in an aura of mystery.
"Oh my god, he's so handsome!"
"The Dragon Marshal of the Divine Strategy Army is so young?"
"To have such power and status at his age... he's practically a god!"
"Do people like that really exist in this world? I must be dreaming."
Everyone stared dumbfounded at Lin Han.
In their minds, the Dragon Marshal of the Divine Strategy Army had to be at least sixty or seventy years old.
At the very youngest, he should have been older than Lei Yiming. Yet this kid looked to be twenty-four, twenty-five at most. How could he possibly bear the immense responsibility of being the Dragon Marshal of the Divine Strategy Army?
None of them could believe it!
"What do we do?" Ah Si panicked.
