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

A commander met with an elderly person.

This elderly person was obviously Asian.

He was Satan, the commander of the fifth division, and was also known as the Little Joker who escaped from the Dragon Division.

"Your vacation has ended Mr. Satan, there is a mission that needs you."

Satan had his eyes closed as he listened to the opera coming from the radio he found.

The commander couldn't understand it and thought it sounded noisy. The sharp voice of the Peking Opera was too much for him, so he leaned over and turned off the radio.

When the sound stopped abruptly, Satan's immediately clenched his fists on the armrests, with veins popping out.

The commander swallowed air and had no choice but to turn the radio back on again, but then there was only a rustling sound.

You can't collapse, you know?