By the time John and the Third Navy's high command arrived at Fang City, it was already eight in the evening.
"Lieutenant General Doran fell ill because he couldn't acclimate? And he intends to hand command over to me? This..."
Inside the brightly lit Fang City, John was stunned as he listened to Colonel Toby's answer, his heart filled with surprise.
In truth, before arriving in Fang City, he had considered all sorts of situations he might encounter while trying to seize command of the Independent 3rd Division, but he had never imagined this outcome.
After all, Doran was merely a minor character in the game, and his description had been exceedingly brief. Other than having no military command ability whatsoever, his family inexplicably coming into a fortune, and the fact that his sixty-seven-year-old father had a son in his old age, giving him a younger brother before he died for his country, there had been no further introduction.
Thus, coupled with the information Conrad had previously provided about his playboy nature, John had instinctively regarded him as a brainless idiot.
But now, it seemed this guy was much smarter than John had expected. He had actually analyzed the current situation clearly and proactively surrendered military command by pretending to be sick, thereby avoiding a future reckoning.
He might even have been thinking of making an investment. If John succeeded, then as the commanding general, he could naturally get a share of the spoils.
If they lost, he could simply dump the blame on John.
Either way, he would not lose out.
One could only say that he truly came from a great family. Although he indeed had no military talent whatsoever, he still had some skill when it came to analyzing benefits.
Of course, whether it was the former