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

    In the end, they still couldn't beat Xu Cheng.


  What else could a lunatic like him lose?


  This time, he was going to play with them crazily without any scruples. So what if he killed the Pope of the West?


  This wasn't the first time PEI en had fought with Xu Cheng, and he knew that Xu Cheng didn't like to talk about principles, because you could only follow his rules.


  Otherwise, he could pierce through the sky.


  Benjamin's death could indeed be replaced by someone. In the future, old Ross's general assets and half of Europe's power, if it were anyone else, they would be crazy enough to buy their lives to do this job.


  Thus, PEI en couldn't afford to gamble. This time, he lost.


  He was leaning against the wall, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth. When he saw Peien calling to cancel the operation, he knew that this time, they didn't manage to scare Xu Cheng.


Exasperated