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's legs clamped onto Azure Dragon's waist and mercilessly threw him, smashing him against the stone lion statue.

Azure Dragon spat out a large mouthful of blood.

He laid there on the ground, with his eyes looking at Xu Cheng in disbelief. His eyes were wide open as he asked weakly, "Incredible, what did you do to me?"

Sparks of electricity suddenly appeared in Xu Cheng's hands.

"This is the core of the Deviant Mercenary Corp. I originally wanted to give the world a surprise, but you guys are too eager, so consider this a gift."

Azure Dragon slowly crawled up and sat on the ground.

He suddenly laughed out loud, followed by him spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground and looking noticeably weak.

"That felt good. I haven't fought like this for a very long time."

Xu Cheng looked at him from afar and said, "Are you still able to fight? I feel good too, but I haven't fought enough."

Interests of the nation are above everything else