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

In the giant Shanling villa complex, people were dying quietly, one after another.

Throughout the entire seaside resort, Xu Cheng already lost count of how many people he killed. He just killed whoever he walked past, and those inside the big clan meeting didn't know at all that there was a silent massacre outside with their entire clan dying away.

There were corpses everywhere, and their way of death was very simple. All of them had their necks broken in a very crisp and swift fashion.

The entire 50-men security corps also got completely wiped out.

Those that were allowed to join the clan meeting were all the important core members of the Shanling Financial Group and their business capabilities were all top-tier in the industry.

The big round table in the conference room was 10 meters in diameter, and there were over 30 members attending the meeting, each a leader of the various subsidiaries of the group.

For Every Ten Minutes, I Will Kill a Person