Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

"What's going on?" Basil Jaak saw many people gathered at the entrance and couldn't help frowning.


Zoc whispered, "Those must be local thugs coming to collect protection money."


"Those thugs dare try to collect protection money at the construction site?" Basil Jaak sneered. "You guys are too useless."


"Well... those thugs are tough, we prefer not to...mess with them." Zoc's face was filled with embarrassment as he hesitated to explain.


"Oof! I know you folks have families, no need to provoke these thugs. However, the more you back off, the more arrogant they become." Basil Jaak shook his head and hollered at Zoc, "Let's go check it out!"


A man with red hair was standing there at the entrance. His forehead was covered in a bunch of bright red hair, looking like a rooster's comb from afar. He was surrounded by the workers, yet he was still holding his ground, cursing with loud, foul language. Basil Jaak, who was still a little distance away, could hear his tirade.


Chapter 44 Making One out of Many_1