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

  Haber sat in the corner, not saying a word.


  At this time, it was usually the younger members of the family who reported their great achievements and income.


  Of course, there were also those who were criticized. For example, family members who failed in their investments would be stripped of their investment funds and temporarily thrown into the cold Palace.


  After the clan leader looked at the account book, he looked around at everyone and said,""Harriman manages the city of Dubai, focusing on tourism. This quarter's revenue has brought in five billion US dollars for the family. Of this five billion, he will take one billion. You have to follow his example and not idle around all day."


  Speaking of this, the old patriarch glanced at haber, a little blaming this third son for being so angry.


It'll be too late if you don't go crazy