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

"Hmph! Kid, if you have the guts, release us and let us bring our people over." Fatty shouted amidst cold sweats.


Basil Jaak disdainfully swept him a glance and said indifferently, "No need to go through all that trouble. We'll go with you to meet Nala. I'd like to see if he's some kind of divine horse with three eyes."


Upon hearing that Basil Jaak wanted to accompany him to see Nala, Fatty was instantly delighted. "Great! I bet you won't even make it back alive." He glanced at Lydia White and thought, "Mr. Nala's peculiar tastes are unknown to others, but not to me. A mature beauty like her, once taken there, probably won't get to return."


Although he felt bitter that such a good 'dish' was going to Nala and he would not get even a bit of it, a thought of Basil Jaak getting screwed by Nala was enough to make Fatty happy again. His fat lips even curled up a triumphant smile.


Chapter 39: Beyond My Wildest Dreams_1