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

When the bald man's subordinates came over, Xu Cheng also let go of his arm.

The other members of the Dragon Clan walked over and said, "That hole looks pretty deep though, we should go in and check it out."

The baldie sighed and said, "It's fine, we already got the money. Time to go."

The other guys all felt that his sudden change in attitude and tone was quite strange.

But, they still followed orders and got back into the car. When the three armed pickup trucks left the Deviant Corp's territory, that baldie's face suddenly grimaced when the car bounced a bit due to the rough terrain, appearing to be in pain.

"What's wrong?" a subordinate asked curiously.

The baldie rolled up his sleeve and suddenly noticed that there was a big bruised area on his arm!

"What happened?" the others saw this and all asked curiously.

The baldie returned with a question. "How many armed personnel do they really have?"

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