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

Xu Cheng didn't leave by the time dinner time rolled around in the evening, and Ran Jing went to pick up her car and waited for him in front of the police station.

Xu Cheng said, "Where can I go in public looking like this?"

"Come to my house," Ran Jing said bluntly.

"You're not afraid of me?" Xu Cheng said sarcastically, "Other than the fact that I have a shadow, I look no different from a ghost."

"Having a shadow is enough." Ran Jing smiled. "Get in the car, it is rare to have elites from above come down here. Your actions today have conquered us, and I want to learn more from you. Otherwise there might not be a chance in the future."

Xu Cheng was not pretentious as he pulled open the car door and was about to get in.

That was when a Passat pulled over.

Do you have the guts to not wear a mask