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

"Nobody move!" Contrasted to the three police officers who had just come in, the five who entered now looked even more like cops.


They carried loaded guns, physically imposing, every one of them with a buzz cut, stern, unsmiling. At a glance, they seemed like immovable mountains, exerting a pressure on the room far surpassing the initial trio.


"Who...who are you?" Pointing guns cloaked in darkness, the intimidating "police officers" had already lost their assertion. Their words, stumbling, fragmented, seemed rooted in fear.


"We are from the Ghost City Special Police Corps, here under orders from headquarters to bust a gambling den." The speaker scanned the crowd, settling his gaze on the impostor police, his face suddenly turned cold, asked with a smirk, "And what brings you here?"


"We came... we came to apprehend gamblers as well." Under such circumstances, their reluctant reply was to be expected.


Chapter 57 Victory and Defeat_1