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

"I'm serving, be careful." Krystal Flack tossed the ping-pong ball in her hand to Ted.


Ted laughed dismissively, "Go right ahead. I barely need any preparation to receive your shot."


"Humph, you should prepare yourself for my fierce game!" Krystal Flack sneered, flinging her ping-pong ball high into the sky. She then hit the bottom of the ball hard with the racket, as per Basil Jaak's earlier instructions, forcefully sending the ball flying off.


A loud crisp sound was immediately heard. The person standing on the other side, Ted, had no time to react and was hit square on the nose by the rebounding ping-pong ball.


"Umm…." Ted quickly dropped his racket and squatted down with his hands over his nose.


Anyone who has ever been hit on the nose knows just how uncomfortable it is. Not only does your nose sting, but your ears will also buzz.


Chapter 160: Beating You into a National Treasure_1