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

Xu Cheng glanced at Solo and turned back to his seat.

After he sat down, he said to Solo, "It's now 8 PM. Before 12 AM, I want to see your sincerity. If that head isn't delivered on time, I will personally pay a visit to the Assassin Alliance."

Solo nodded, and he began dragging those three guys' bodies out of the door.

But, Xu Cheng said, "Don't play pretend anymore. I know those three aren't dead yet. Your dagger just scratched their throats, you controlled the depth really well and just sliced the outer tissue layer without hurting the artery and trachea. When they fell, they didn't even bother to struggle symbolically, who are they trying to fool? Just get up. Before 12, if the head of the rewarder isn't delivered, I will take these three guys' lives as well!"

Those three that were laying on the floor immediately got up and thanked Xu Cheng, "Thanks for not killing us!"

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