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

Shen Yao looked at Lin Chuxue anxiously once they were in the apartment.

"Little Xue, he wasn't well. His whole body was bandaged, and when I went to see him, he hadn't woken up yet. The doctor told me to be mentally prepared that there's a possibility he may never wake up again."

Lin Chuxue fell onto the sofa, losing all color from her pale face.

Ran Jing asked in surprise, "How come? What happened?"

Beat the dog before the lion