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

"Who the fuck is considering throwing my daughter into a bathhouse?" A roar filled with Tyrant Might filled the air. However, the person who walked in wasn't a muscular man like Schwarzenegger, nor was he an aloof and otherworldly master like Ye Wen. Instead, it was a middle-aged man dressed in blue-collar work clothing, greatly resembling Mario from "Super Mario".


If he wasn't Hamer of Shunch Street, then who else could he be? Surprisingly, this crude guy had such a refreshing daughter, to the extent that even Basil Jaak considered convincing Hamer to get a paternity test done.


"Dad, it's this asshole. He's planning to throw me into a bathhouse," Irene direly pointed at the security manager as she spoke to Hamer.


Hamer's eyes narrowed into slits, and coldly asked the man, "Were you the one who just said that?"


Chapter 163 Borrow Your Phone_1