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

    "No, you can," Morgan pleaded."You're the Pope. As long as you say something, you can protect my children in the Western world."


  The Pope shook his head with a wry smile."Things are different now. He's not the same person as before. This time, I can't protect your children."


  He sighed."Go back. He will go to your place. The debt must be settled. This is the consequence that the loser should bear."


  After saying that, the Pope stood up, walked past the kneeling Morgan, and walked further and further away.


  Old Morgan hugged his body in despair and sobbed.


  Old Morgan didn't know how he returned home in a daze.


  The members who were outside had also rushed back. They knew that if they stayed outside any longer, they would be killed by those crazy followers, so they all came back.


This is the second option