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 gave patriarch Morgan a meaningful look, and the latter swallowed a little guiltily as he looked at Xu Cheng's thought-provoking eyes and looked away.


  Xu Cheng looked at Peien's bloody face. Although he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart, he was still rational. He wiped the blood on his hand on Peien's clothes and said,""A loser should act like a loser. If you dare to play, you should be prepared to pay. How can a loser be as cool as you? That's just how I am. You either don't offend me or you're prepared. "


  Then, Xu Cheng went back to his seat, took out another cigarette, and lit it up. He took a puff and felt that what he did just now made him feel a little satisfied.


  He leaned back in his chair and looked lazily at Paine, whose face was covered in blood.""Alright, now we can talk about the purpose of calling me here."


  "You can leave now!" The pope said coldly.


I don't want to go to heaven, but even hell doesn't dare to accept me