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

Old Master Ye paced back and forth and said, "We don't regret it, because we have a strong nation to support us now, and we feel proud of our actions. If we were given another chance, we would have no intention to change history, those who should be killed must be killed."

"What a good one: those who should be killed must be killed!" Azure Dragon's eerie voice came from above. "I thought that after so many years, you would feel remorse for what you have done, but I didn't expect it to get even worse. Do you know why only the five of you from the H Family have survived to this day?"

The five old masters did not answer as they did not understand.

Hand him over