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

Hearing that Hu Bing and the others had been brought out of the battlefield, Instructor Yan whispered something to Commander Xie and left the spectating zone to see them in the resting zone for soldiers.

All 14 of them sat on the floor with their heads lowered in silent depression. Hu Bing was laying alone in a corner with a jacket over his face. No one knew what he was thinking about, and he also didn't want to talk to anyone.

When Instructor Yan walked in, someone looked up and saw him but immediately lowered his head in shame.

"I'm satisfied to see you all like this," Instructor Yan said.

The soldiers all looked up at him, thinking he was mocking them; they smiled bitterly, and some of them had red-rimmed eyes.

Because He Deserves My Respect