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!
...

Close body King of Soldiers

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Bald Head hurriedly apologized.


The tattooed man was a full head taller than Bald Head. When Bald Head bumped into him, it was like hitting a wall, immediately bouncing him back. If it hadn't been for Basil Jaak's quick reflexes, extending a hand to brace Bald Head, he might have ended up on the floor by now.


The tattooed man, towering over him, glared at Bald Head, sending him into an immediate retreat.


"Just an apology and that's it?" he asked, clearly not content to let Bald Head off so easily.


"What do you propose?" replied Bald Head, dejected.


This was a detention center, filled with criminals. Fights were commonplace, and as long as no one was killed, the wardens typically turned a blind eye. Rules didn't hold much sway here. Strength did.


Seeing Bald Head's feeble responsiveness, the tattooed man smirked, "Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll let it pass. All I want is the money in your hand."


Chapter 98: Life in Prison (Part 3)_1