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

Zoc knew that Basil Jaak had summoned him outside because he had something to say. He nodded softly and followed Basil Jaak out of the martial arts hall.


In the early autumn night, there was a slight chill. The cold wind that seeped through carried a bracing cold that sent shivers down one's spine.


Seeing Basil Jaak reach into his pocket for a cigarette, Zoc quickly took out his own and offered it: "Jaak, have mine!"


Basil Jaak's eyes widened at the sight of the cigar in Zoc's hand. He accepted it with a smile and said, "Not bad, Zoc, I see you've started smoking cigars after hanging around for a few days."


Zoc gave a bitter smile. "Jaak, stop teasing me. You gave me these."


"No, if you choose this path, you're making your own decision. It has nothing to do with me," Basil Jaak rebuffed, taking a drag from his cigar.


Zoc just sighed, knowing that Basil Jaak opposed his involvement in underworld activities.


Chapter 9 Doing Good Deeds_1