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

Right after Lin Dong left, Lin Han's phone rang.

"Little Brother Lin, it's me, Zheng Jiarui."

Lin Han immediately put on a big smile and said, "Oh, President Zheng! How are you doing?"

"Little Brother Lin, have you eaten yet?'

Lin Han looked at the meal on the table and he immediately said, "Oh, not at all. Not yet."

"Oh that's good. I booked a room at the Royal Capital Restaurant, how about you join us too? Is your little son Lin Dong there?" Zheng Jiarui said, sounding like he was in a good mood.

"What is it? Not convenient? Little Brother Lin, actually, I think we can work together on a new project."

Lin Han's eyes immediately lit up. "Convenient, very convenient, how could it be not convenient? I will be right there."

"Hahaha, that's good then." Zheng Jiarui hung up.

Becoming an Apprentice