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

Chekhov couldn't help but walk in and say to Xu Cheng, "Sister-in-law asked us to tell you before she died that she didn't regret being with you, and that she didn't want to be a burden to you, so…"

Xu Cheng embraced Lin Chuxue in his arms without an expression, and he said to Chekhov in an ice cold tone, "So you let her die in front of you, right?".

"I…" Chekhov didn't know what to say at once.

"Get out!" Xu Cheng then said softly, "I don't want to have a fight with my own people before the enemies die. So get out of here!"

Mario came in and pulled Chekhov out.

Xu Cheng sat there on the white bed with Lin Chuxue's body in his arms the whole time, he just sat there quietly without a word.

"I won't let you die, Little Xue." Xu Cheng was rapidly thinking of a plan on how to save Lin Chuxue, and although he couldn't think of one, he mumbled repetitively, "No! No Little Xue, I won't let you die."

Help me, help her too!