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

Xu Cheng didn't really care about the compliment. He knew one must be humble, or the higher one climbs, the harder the fall.

He sat down, looked at Cunye, and said, "Two options. First, you can hand over the underground money house's black money, and you will be fine; the second option is I will find the money, but you won't be leaving this city too. In addition, the business alliance behind you will also be subject to various economic sanctions because of you."

Cunye poured himself a cup of tea and nonchalantly said, "I, Cunye, am at least a renowned figure in control of over hundreds of billions of cash in the underground money house. Yet, now I'm being threatened by a naive brat to make a choice, with both choices not being in my favor. You think I will compromise and accept the humiliation?"

It was clear that he chose the second option, which was to fight Xu Cheng to the end.

Getting Followed