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

- At the Knights of the Round Table meeting -

Twelve R-class experts sat around the table after the news that a plane bound for Huaxia had successfully landed.

"If that's the case, then the four devils have failed."

"I can't think of why. We fought with those two people during the day; the buff one was a bit tricky with his brute force, but the other one was just good at shooting. Once that person boards the plane, he would be useless without a gun. It's impossible that the four devils didn't manage to win against that buff guy, and they even had guns with them. Even if they were afraid of the bullets shattering the window glass, they would still shoot if it was necessary. I can't figure out which part went wrong."

Who is this Xu Cheng she’s calling in her dream?