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

The fact is, every woman fears being disfigured.


Coming under Basil Jaak's coercion, Daphne's complexion turned as pale as paper. She was left with no choice but to acquiesce.


"Lead the way! If you can't find Xenia within two minutes, I'll have to resort to ruining a masterpiece," Basil Jaak threatened.


With a reluctant nod, Daphne led Basil Jaak upstairs, hoping that Don had not yet made his move; otherwise, she would be in a terrible situation.


"Run, go on, keep running..." Looking at the struggling Xenia, Don felt a thrill unlike any he had experienced before, like a cat toying with a mouse.


Xenia tried to push herself up, but her ankle had taken quite a twist earlier. A slight move resulted in severe pain and despite several attempts, she hadn't been able to stand up.


"Don't come any closer, or you'll regret it..." Xenia cast a terrified look at the grim-faced Don. Like a lamb waiting for fate to befall, her only defence left was verbal threats.


Chapter 12: The Guilty Party Complains First_1