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

"I was wrong, I'm sorry... I was wrong..."


As Basil Jaak approached the middle-aged man, the man's face was full of terror.


Their strategy was originally correct, ambushing from behind with four people, anyone else would have died a few times already.


But this time they were unlucky and encountered Basil Jaak and Yetta Astir.


The two of them seemed to have eyes on the back of their heads, and in an instant, they could catch the bullets shot at them with their hands. Remembering how they flew from the ship to the shore, the middle-aged man was ashen-faced.


They really shouldn't have targeted them, and shouldn't have flaunted in front of them.


"Grandfather, grandmother... both of you, I'm really wrong, I'm a beast, worse than a pig or a dog, please just consider me a fart and let me go..."


The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, begging and crying with all his might.


Chapter 987 Cooperation? Annexation?