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

Basil Jaak checked the time and said to Lydia White, "Fasten your seatbelt, I am going to speed up."


"Do your thing, I can sit without it," Lydia responded huffily.


"I advise you to buckle up, just in case you can't bear it later," Basil Jaak said kindly.


"Why are you so nagging? If you want to drive, then drive. If not, let me drive," Lydia said impatiently.


"Alright! You refused to buckle up, don't blame me if anything happens. Hold on, I'm taking off!" Basil Jaak jerked his head and stepped on the clutch.


"Why are you so..." Before Lydia could finish her sentence, she felt a tremendous force pushing her forward, her face turned pale, and she quickly reached out to grab the handle on the ceiling of the car.


The car drifted into a brilliant arc, perfectly stopping within the parking line on the street.


Chapter 37: Watching Goldfish_1