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

    Patriarch Morgan walked over and picked up his mobile phone. At this time, he received a text message. It was a video of the Bentley being blown up. Everyone in the family knew the license plate number.


  Patriarch Morgan's expression turned gloomy.


  "Impossible!" Patriarch Morgan paced back and forth with his walking stick, his face full of confidence."Without their leader, they wouldn't dare to do this."


  "Why not? They have lost their leader, but they still have their guts. You killed their leader, and they are here for revenge!"


  "Let them come. A bunch of cowards who only dare to attack these juniors. If they have the ability, come and kill me!"


  After patriarch Morgan finished speaking, he shouted to the Adjutant who rushed in,"Track down the person who just called."


I'll wait for you to eat shit