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

Two days later, at the Yanjing Military Martial Arts Venue, many buses arrived, and the soldiers were all present in their military region's uniforms because this was the commendation event after the competition.

Every participating soldier came in formal military attire, and the muscular soldiers standing in rows gave off a very energetic feeling. Here, you wouldn't see any young meat (TL note: slang for young boys with silky smooth skin). These were all tough men that had been through combat.

Xu Cheng also saw familiar faces, including Ye Qiu and the others. Although still injured, they all came to attend the event. Now, only those that couldn't get out of bed were still resting at the hospital; those that could move all came.

Daoba Li looked a bit awkward when he saw Xu Cheng. He walked over and said to Xu Cheng, "About what happened in the past, I'm sorry."

Award Ceremony