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

The people below panicked. "Okay, fifty thousand is fifty thousand, everything is at your disposal."

Xu Cheng snorted as he thought. Play the bargaining trick with me when you might lose your life? That's too young and naïve.

Xu Cheng then added on. "I have one more request."

The people below couldn't take it anymore. "Are you f*cking finished?"

Xu Cheng said, "If I succeed in protecting you all, then you will each have to pay us an additional 50,000 dollars."

"What?" Those people were shocked as they thought it was a f*cking money grab.

"You guys know how powerful the M Nation is. Look at Black Cats and the others, a hundred of them, dead and wounded, and they couldn't even handle it. We will lose a lot of soldiers just to offer you shelter, so is it not okay to give 50,000 to the dead soldiers as a back pay? If you guys have a problem, then don't come up here," Xu Cheng said.

Ready to Fight