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

Grandpa Ye's arrogance was gone. Just a few days ago, he was able to easily win the 1v4 without even breathing heavily, but this time, he was beaten up badly by the joint force of the four grandpas. Elder Ye shouted, clearly unconvinced, "1v1 me if you got the balls!"

The other four just shamelessly rolled their eyes at him.

The Ye Manor that was recently repaired and renovated got facked again.

Those four grandpas came as fast as they left. They drove all the way from different directions in the neighborhood, rushing straight over, and after beating up Elder Ye, they turned around and left swiftly. No guards knew what just happened, too dumbfounded to tend to the Grandpa Ye that was covered in bruises on the ground.

The way those four walked on their way out could only be described as, oh boy, light like the wind, happy as could be. They didn't even bother to get driven back and just walked home with big strides, looking like they ran the streets now.

Farewell Party