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

When Abu Dhabi saw his arm twisted 360 degrees, he screamed hysterically and fell onto the conference table.

"Resist." Xu Cheng smiled and looked at him from high up.

He then fiercely slapped the other side of his face, knocking out two of his teeth; now both sides of his face were swelled up and red like a monkey's butt.

Xu Cheng stepped on his leather boots with one foot, and he heard the sound of his toe bones breaking.

"Ah!" The Abu Dhabi representative felt that his toes were all crushed as he screamed in pain.

"Painful, isn't it? Want to resist? Do you want to?" Xu Cheng looked at him with a smirk. "How does this feel? This is what it feels like for those poor people when they express their displeasure with you, and they get stepped on hard and have to lick your feet. Their despair is just like what you are feeling right now. Come on, where's your superiority and your pride? Continue to resist me."

Xu Cheng stepped on his other foot.

Killing with a Borrowed Blade