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

"Holy shit, who the hell farted? It stinks!" The leader of the masked men instantly started yelling because of the smell.


Fatty, one of the masked men, held his belly and awkwardly chuckled, "Boss, my stomach is upset and I can't hold it anymore, can we stop the car for a bit?"


"Bloody hell!" The leader bellowed, caught a waft of rotten egg smell, and finally couldn't take it anymore, ordering the driver to stop the car.


"Thanks, boss, thanks, boss!" Fatty quickly jumped out of the car, clutched his stomach and climbed over the guardrail, sprinting up the slope.


"Haha…" A wave of laughter echoed from behind him.


"His little performance made me want to take a leak too." The leader mumbled, then hopped out of the car, and followed Fatty up the slope.


The other men followed suit, jumping out of the car and heading for the slopes on either side.


Chapter 204 Let Them Pay in Blood_1