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 Korean young master brought his female companion to the backstage trading area.


  According to the rules, he had to come here to collect the handling fee for each auction.


  The other people who had been bidding before had either asked their assistants or their assistants to come over to deduct the fees, or they would come back after the auction.


  Only the Korean young master came to pay for the processing fee in person. On the other hand, he came to see if the diamond was really bought by someone or was it a trap set by the organizer.


  1.1 billion dollars was too scary. It wasn't that he didn't believe in rich people, but the richer one was, the more rational they were. He didn't believe that if it wasn't for a marketing fanatic from the organizer, there wouldn't be so many people competing for it. Even if he was looking for a fake, it couldn't be so obvious, right?


I'll give it to Mr. Haber, free of charge!