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

"Director Astir, what brings you here?"


Basil Jaak recognized Yetta Astir's voice, couldn't help but sit back down, pulled out a cigarette, and with a bitter smile on his face, shook his head and said, "Enemies really do often cross paths!"


When Yetta walked into the reception room and saw Basil Jaak, she was startled at first, then frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"


"I came to see Yellow Hair!" Basil Jaak responded, puffing out a smoke ring, his eyes fixed on Yetta's ever voluptuous figure, clicking his tongue, "Director Astir, what on earth do you eat every day? It seems like you've gotten even bigger."


"Watch where you're looking!" Yetta, was clearly upset by Basil Jaak's disrespectful gaze.


Basil Jaak chuckled, "Dogs naturally look at bones, did you think it would be interested in chicken breasts?"


"You..." Yetta was made to flush a bright red in anger, her chest heaving beneath her uniform, an impressive sight.


Chapter 53 Conceal Merit and Fame_1