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

"I'm trash?" Chris laughed out of anger. He looked at the others and then looked at Xu Cheng and said, "Even a little boss like you from a nobody mercenary group dares to look down on me now? What gives you confidence? Let me tell you, Mario, Zhang Xiu, and many of the people that are still standing here with you were recruited by me. If it weren't for me, you think your two bros alone could have recruited this many people?"

Immediately, he turned to the other buddies that he helped recruit into the Deviant Mercenary Corp and said, "Let's go, why do we even bother staying here? What a picky beggar."

Xu Cheng lit a cigarette for himself. They could leave if they wanted, he didn't really care. He didn't believe that he couldn't find any fearless warriors in the Land of Mercenaries.

Big Brother Cheng, I’m Really a Good Sniper