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

Cress, confronted with the two cold bodies beside him, panicked and raised his head to question Basil Jaak, "Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?"


Basil walked towards the startled Cress, responding nonchalantly, "Ask God those questions later, unless you're not going to hell."


"No, please! Name your price! My family has money, lots of it. I only beg you not to kill me," Cress pleaded.


A faint glint appeared in Basil's eyes at this. He asked Cress, "How much is your life worth?"


Cress hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "One million? Two million? No, it must be five million! That's what my life is worth."


Basil sneered, "If your life is only worth that, then you have no business living in this world. I might as well send you to meet God!"


As he said this, he suddenly jumped and grabbed Cress' neck, lifting him forcefully off the ground, his face turning a deep red as it choked for breath.


Chapter 197: Won't Die If You Don't Seek Death_1