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

Lin Chuxue looked at Zhao Na and then smiled at President Yu. "Forget it, I'll go look elsewhere."

The CEO didn't sound pleased as he said, "If I didn't know about it then it would've been fine, but now I do and you're already here. Would you please pick a few pieces to take with you? If the others knew about this, what would they think about me if I treat the savior of my life like this? How's this, Miss Lin, I know that you are not lacking in anything else, and I only have just these clothes to show my appreciation, so you can pick whatever you like."

Zhao Na's agent took a few of the clothes that Lin Chuxue had just tried on and hurried over, trying to save the day as she said, "Miss Lin, these two were the ones you liked."

Lin Chuxue lowered her eyes to look at the bag and said calmly, "No need, I don't want these two pieces since they're the ones Zhao Na likes."

The agent elbowed Zhao Na who blushed red and looked angry.

Equivalence