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 followed everyone in the village to Xu Zhong's grave.


  "Why do you want to bury him here?" Xu Cheng asked curiously. There were so many people who died here, and by right, everyone would want to bury their ancestors in a good place.


  "This is the village chief's will." The new village chief looked around at Xu Zhong and said,""Do you know why there's so much resentment here? There are more dead people here than the ashes you can see. Why don't we bury them? More than 1000 Masters have died here, all killed by the village chief. He said that people like him should not go to places with good feng shui, but should stay here to suppress these violent wandering ghosts. "


  Xu Cheng: "how did you know he killed him?"


Do you want these people?