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

    There were a total of thirty people.


  All of them were representatives of their respective bloodlines all over the world.


  Some of them came from the scientific community, some from the business world, and some from the political world. They were all big shots who had made outstanding contributions to various fields.


  When such a group of people came in, the members of the deviant Corp felt a lot of pressure.


  The greatest pressure came from an old man with a gray beard and a slightly hunched back.


  He was about 70 or 80 years old, and he walked into the banquet with the help of two young men. Just now, he was also the one who interrupted Xu Cheng's speech.


  Xu Cheng stood on the steps and looked down at this group of people with a faint smile on his face.


  "I thought you wouldn't dare to come."


Unyielding