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

The island-dweller sneered, "You truly are a spineless bunch, even afraid to gamble, tsk tsk! The sick men of East Asia will always be sick men!"


His reference to "sick men of East Asia" struck a nerve among many present, causing a number to involuntarily clench their fists, itching to lash out at him.


"Want to fight? Fine, whoever dares to come, I'll let him taste the power of our island karate!" The island-dweller beckoned to the crowd, becoming more and more arrogant instead of backing down.


"You're courting death!" A young playboy could no longer contain himself and threw a punch at the island-dweller's face.


"Ah…" A muffled groan accompanied by a cry of pain, the playboy was judo flipped by the island-dweller, landed heavily on the ground, and had his chest stepped on. It was quite the sight of humiliation.


"If you're not a sick man of East Asia, what are you?" The island-dweller laughed arrogantly, secretly applying more pressure with his leg.


Chapter 269: Won_1