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 walked out through the airport security wearing a windbreaker that hid part of his appearance.

He listened to the music playing from his earphones to ease the murderous aura from this trip.

In order to not attract too much attention, he exited through the VIP lane.

However, this appearance made another group feel scared.

A youthful woman, even with sunglasses on, could be defined as beautiful based on her figure.

She was accompanied by an assistant, a manager, and a relatively stout bodyguard.

Seeing that she was all covered up taking the VIP passage in the capital of Yanjing, Xu Cheng guessed that she was probably a celebrity.

Xu Cheng walked slowly and didn't feel anything wrong, but the bodyguard blocked his way at the corner.

I’ll remember this name