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

The man with the big beard darkened his face, demanding, "Are you going to pay or not?"


Byron's face turned red as he squeezed out two words, "No pay!"


The man with the big beard roared, "Fellas, this man bought something but isn't paying. We cannot tolerate this bullying."


Suddenly, a group of big-bearded men surrounded Byron, making it clear that if Byron didn't pay, they would not let him leave.


"Do you...do you have any law?" Byron yelled angrily.


"Law? All we know is that it's righteous to pay for what you buy. If you're not willing to pay, you're not leaving today." The big-bearded man glared, holding a machete used for slicing cakes, making it very clear that if Byron didn't cooperate, matters would get worse.


Byron was so angry he was shaking, with no ideas left. He wanted to accept the situation but also felt it was a pity, he was utterly unsure of what to do.


Chapter 225: So You Want Money, Right?_1