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

Last night, Basil Jaak and Stetson stayed in the firewood shed in the backyard of Yellow Teahouse. In the adjacent warehouse, four porters were also lodging, and all six of them would accompany the fleet of Yellow's shop to Fire Cloud Island tomorrow.


Basil Jaak couldn't help but sigh as he looked around the dirty environment of the firewood shed, whether it was here or the "secular world" as referred to by the locals, class hierarchies always existed, and the poor could only stay in such harsh conditions.


Fortunately, Basil Jaak had been a special forces soldier before and had experienced all sorts of harsh environments. Staying in the firewood shed was hardly a challenge for him.


Early the next morning, someone was knocking on the door, "You lot really think you're lords, eh? Hurry up and get moving. It's time to set sail!"


Chapter 435: Dagg's Mercenary Team