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

Benjamin left in shame, completely humiliated.

Xu Cheng was trying hard to not laugh, and at this time, Lin Chuxue said to Lin Guiren, "Dad, Xu Cheng and I are going back to Huaxia tomorrow."

The Lin Guiren couple was a bit surprised. "Already? You two aren't going to stay for a few more days to play?"

Lin Chuxue shook her head. "It's alright, I've made the decision. Now, I'm not worried about Xu Cheng anymore, but I'm worried that the people here might cause trouble for him, and that he might be in danger again."

On the next day, before boarding, the family chit-chatted a bit and Lin Chuxue gave a big hug to her parents. After all, she had left the country for about five years already, and she only stayed for a short while this visit before going back again. She felt she didn't fulfil her responsibilities as a daughter to take care of her parents.

Thank You, Chuxue