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

Kush was shocked when Xu Cheng brought R's head to the table at his house.

"I didn't think that you could actually chase him down and kill him. But during today's encounter, I felt that there was a bit of a gap in strength between this man and the Mr. R who taught me."

"Was the person who taught you Asian?" Xu Cheng asked Kush straight up.

Kush shook his head and asked, "Why do you say that? You think the Mr. R who trained me was from Huaxia?"

Stronger than imagined