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

At night, Hu Bing drove his Tesla to a club where a bunch of luxury cars had gathered. He threw the key of his car to the valet and then went directly to the top floor nightclub.

When he walked into the noisy club, there were all kinds of men and women in there, and there were a lot more women than men. However, the music here wasn't as loud as downstairs as it was more for setting the mood. The lighting also wasn't too over the top, being more mellow. The people here were all holding wine glasses and talking to each other, hugging and shaking hands left and right

Hu Bing went directly to the 88th VIP room and walked in, seeing a bunch of guys all with beautiful girls in their arms. Upon seeing him come in, those guys all got the girls out of the room.

In the corner stood a guy that didn't dare to make a sound. He was dressed in expensive formal attire, yet he didn't even have a seat as he just looked at Hu Bing in a sincere but fearful way as he walked in.

I Choose Apologizing