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 not shooting it anymore!" Zhao Na said as she teared off the flower accessory from her head and sat down onto the sofa, looking pissed.

Her agent saw that and went over to calm her temper.

Everyone else was stunned and baffled, but because she was famous, they could only gather around her and please her.

"What are you doing?" The agent questioned her in a low voice, "Everything was good, let's hurry up and finish the photo shoot so we can catch the next thing on our schedule."

"Shoot what?!" Zhao Na raised her eyebrows. "Can't you see how someone's looking at me, as if I'm a poor wretch who eats leftovers and cold food? When have I ever been so angry? She, Lin Chuxue, chose a bad time; she had to come here today to choose clothes. This is provoking me you know?"

"It's not like she's the only one who's here, so let's not make any trouble," the agent warned her.

In Addition to Acting, You Need to Improve Your Manners