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

    Benjamin took out an electric knife from his file box.


  "I'll tattoo you now. Bear with it. You don't need anesthesia."


  Haber took a deep breath, took off his clothes, and turned around.


  After Benjamin finished stabbing him, haber's head was covered in sweat.


  "Now, I can tell you the benefits of joining the deviant Corp, as well as your usual privileges and what you need to do." Benjamin returned to his seat, crossed his legs, and said slowly,""As the Middle East's representative, you have the right to save lives."


  "What right to save lives?" Haber didn't understand.


  "What did you just say?" Haber directly stood up."Mandala potion? How many do you have?"


All in one throw