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

Hearing Wen Zhao's words, Xu Cheng knew this guy was angry out of embarrassment.

Immediately, Xu Cheng smiled. "Senior Brother, are you playing for serious now?"

Wen Zhao was roaring in his heart, Fack your face, holy fack! Were you not being serious? If you are not playing for real then why do I have a swollen panda eye right now?

"Let's go again. I will play for real now. I underestimated you earlier."

Xu Cheng nodded, lifting his hand. "Ready?"

Wen Zhao nodded. Then, he narrowed his eyes to focus on Xu Cheng's hand. This time, he caught the whole movement of Xu Cheng attacking. Is he actually trying to punch my right eye again this time? Is he trying to make my right eyeball retire?

How was Wen Zhao able to capture Xu Cheng's attack this time?

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