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

Xu Cheng: "Alright, I know I kept my strength in control. Stop pretending now."

The head instructor removed his two hands, revealing a big red bump on his forehead…

"This is called pretending? Control my azz…"

Xu Cheng grinned. "Admit the defeat and you can tell me now, right?"

The head instructor began stuttering. He felt like he was in a difficult spot when Xu Cheng was anticipating his answer this much. He obviously didn't have the face to tell Xu Cheng about how the higher-ups initially thought Xu Cheng's health would deteriorate sooner or later and death was right around the corner.

Just then, a soldier ran over and said, "Head Instructor, the program crew of 'True Men' is here."

The head instructor really wanted to give this soldier a kiss. Talk about good timing.

"What? Then what are you waiting for, let's go and help them settle in."

If I Don't Fire Her, Am I Going to Fire You?