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

    The mokdo patriarch looked at Xu Cheng from the corner of his eyes and said,""You're right, whoever has the tougher fist has the final say. Your fate is in my hands. "


  Then, he waved his hand, and the armed mercenaries in the back row directly came forward. The first row of ten people had grenades in their hands, ready to give Xu Cheng and the others a big gift and throw them into the assassin Alliance's headquarters.


  However, before they could throw out their grenades, they self-destructed in their hands!


  Their faces revealed that their physical bodies had been blown into pieces. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, so much so that the people in the back row, such as mokeduo, were drenched in blood. They were all stunned.


  At this time, Xu Cheng was holding a bunch of lighters in his hand, and with his wrist, he could hit wherever he threw. Speed, strength, distance, everything was fine.


  It was like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.


Whoever cleans up will be rewarded