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

After Xu Cheng's punch went through his opponent's body, he pulled his arm back as he looked at the guy's face of disbelief. The Blackwater bodyguard was shocked yet he couldn't utter a word with blood seeping out from his mouth.

Xu Cheng faintly smiled. "Do you know? Out of the 100 men that want to sleep with my woman, 99 of them have already died, and there's still one left inside. Don't worry, no one's leaving tonight!"

When he pulled his fist out of the guy's body, the bodyguard's body collapsed onto his knees.

The speed of this punch was just too fast, so fast that the mercenaries carrying guns on the deck were caught off guard and couldn't even move a muscle in time. When they finally came back to their senses, their second-boss, who was the bodyguard, had already slowly fallen to the ground.

Then, they immediately began shooting at Xu Cheng.

Eerie