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

Solo's dagger swept towards Xu Cheng's claw.

Xu Cheng just ignored the dagger. As long as the opponent didn't have extremely strong internal force like the Little Joker, as well as the dagger being nothing special, something like this had no chance of penetrating his tortoise shell.

When Xu Cheng's hand reached for the dagger and the blade crossed his palm, it didn't leave a cut on his hand at all. Even the dagger itself was caught by Xu Cheng's hand and instantly shattered as Xu Cheng tightened his grip!

Shocked, Solo immediately retreated, trying to maintain a distance he thought would be safe enough that would allow him to flee at any moment.

He looked at Xu Cheng, confused, and said, "What grudge do you have against me? Why you gotta come over here and try to kill me man…"

Xu Cheng said expressionlessly, "Tell me who put the bounty on my head. It's either he dies, or you die for him! You can choose."

Someone’s Screwed