Dust Wind

There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble-looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
Mercenary: “Report, our squad is under attack, suffering heavy casualties!”
Commander: “How many enemies are out there?”
Mercenary: “Just… just one! There’s a joker card in his hand.”
HQ: “What?! Hurry, retreat!”

Ace of The Dragon Division

Looking at the man with the ear studs, Xu Cheng let go of the one he was holding and went up to the guy's face. "Just answer the question. If they have the balls to beat an officer up, at least have the balls to admit that you did it. Who hit my colleague?" Xu Cheng said in a deep voice.

The man in ear studs: "I don't know."

"Don't know?" Xu Cheng's eyes narrowed, and then he directly headbutted the guy in the forehead, sending him tumbling back a few steps and falling to the ground, dizzy.

"What are you doing?!" That guy's five underlings immediately surrounded Xu Cheng, giving off the feeling of "Imma beat yo azz if you dare to move."

Xu Cheng just kicked a guy over and then reached out his palm and slapped the other four each once in the face, making them so dizzy that it seemed like the whole world was spinning.

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