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

    Everyone stopped talking. They had already noticed the car when it drove in.


  "Look, why is that car so bold? it dared to drive in directly?"


  "Either the security guards let us in on purpose, or someone is here to cause trouble."


  "Who in the world would have the guts to cause trouble here?"


  "Look, those big bosses aren't angry. Mr. Stenson and director Benjamin actually opened the door themselves?"


  For a moment, if there was any movement, everyone would subconsciously cast their gazes in their direction and inadvertently approach.


  The capitalists and politicians in America knew who their bread and butter were: Stenson, George W. Bush, and Rockefeller.


  But, that mysterious and Noble boss Stenson actually went to open the door himself?


  Benjamin, as a European upstart, was going to open the door too?


  Who in the world had such an honor and qualification?


  As soon as the door opened, a pair of fair and delicate feet with crystal flat shoes appeared.


A fence-sitter