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

"But, brother, you're in luck this time," Bald Head said with a chuckle as the bell rang for a long while. 


Basil Jaak asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"


"If the bell rings for over a minute, it means we get half an hour of recess. This is a rare good chance! There's going to be a good show later!" With a face full of excitement, Bald Head hurriedly got off the bed. 


"A good show? What kind of show?" Basil Jaak asked, puzzled. 


Bald Head had already put on his shoes, urging hastily, "Come on, brother! I'll explain on our way over."


It turned out that there was a unique activity in the detention center.. 


Whenever there was about a half an hour recess, the detention center would hold a duel competition. A champion would be chosen from each of the East and West districts to compete, with other prisoners betting on who would win or lose.


Chapter 97: Life in Prison (Part 2)_1