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

Haber pulled on Xu Cheng and said, "Just endure it this time. You can just lower your head this time, it doesn't mean you won't be richer than him in the future. This is just how the world is right now, people now compete with their backgrounds and dads. Sometimes, some people's wealth and future are determined at birth."

Xu Cheng smiled. He looked over at Young Master Lee and asked, "Are you sure you will take however much I take out to play with me?"

Young Master Lee didn't even blink. "I swear in my honor as the younger son of the head of the Three-Star Corporation!"

"It's your older brother that's the heir, not you. How many cents is your honor worth? To be honest, how much can you take out to play?"

If You Can’t Take Out the Money, then Bring Your Dog and Get Out of Here