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

Her question broke all the lies Lin Dong was trying to make!

Indeed, if Lin Chuxue could be saved after a bullet shot through her head, then what kind of death could Xu Cheng have had from which he couldn't be saved?

Lin Dong did not think Madam could think of this.

He looked at Lin Chuxue who was staring at him, and he wanted to say something but he couldn't.

"Xu Cheng isn't dead yet, right?" Lin Chuxue finally had some glimmer of hope on her face. "Since you can save me, you must be able to save him as well. You said it before that he is still abroad and hasn't returned yet, so he must still be in treatment right?"

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment.

It seemed like this explanation wasn't so bad.

"But Madam you can't leave. They will try to use you again if you leave and I'm afraid no one would be able to save you this time," Lin Dong said.

I'll surprise you because I am not who I was before