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

At the time, Mr. Zhang came in from outside and said, "Senior Sister Lan, the e-commerce company that you have 10% in, their board of directors called and said that they need to speak to you in person. They asked for you to go to their Yanjing headquarters if you have time."

Auntie Lan sighed. "I knew this would happen. I hope they aren't too ugly when they are trying to eat."

Lin Chuxue asked curiously, 'What happened?"

Auntie Lan: "They probably want a withdrawal of shares."

"In the past, there was the Ye Family's backing, and strictly speaking, that 10% of shares was a bonus! It was basically a big red pocket for us to buy a foothold in the market. Now that the Ye Family collapsed, they probably want to force me to sell the shares in my hand. Things like this are inevitable. Young Madam, just wait for me at home, I will go to Yanjing for two days and I will be right back."

The Ye Rong That’s Almost Dead