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 old man looked at Xu Cheng with a defeated expression and closed his eyes.


  Xu Cheng nodded."Do you think that just because only old Ross and the Duke know about you, you can use Tilu's shell to set up a trap and take revenge on this world as much as you want? after you're done, as long as you go back to your original appearance, no one will recognize you."


  "Then do you know why I want to take revenge on the world?"


  Xu Cheng: "it's because you guys have been serving the Duke for three generations, but he didn't give you anything. In your eyes, you think that you should have a share in this world, so you would rather die in glory than live in dishonor!"


  "Let me go," the old man said to him."Since I've met you, and even the Duke is no match for you, it's even more impossible for me to escape. I'll admit defeat."


  As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Cheng released him from the restraints.


Returning to one's hometown (end)