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

When Basil Jaak arrived at Comfort Hot Pot City, Kayson and the others had just got there, conveniently encountering each other at the entrance.


"Humph, we were waiting for you to pick us up, I didn't expect you to leave before us." Kayson seemed rather displeased that Basil Jaak didn't return to the company to pick them up.


Basal shrugged, indicating his helplessness: "I had a contract signing this afternoon. By the time I finished, it was almost time. Since I am closer on this end, I took a taxi over."


"Humph!" Kayson huffed and didn't say anything else. Amanda stepped in to mediate, "Don't listen to Kayson, she's just deliberately nitpicking."


How could Basil not notice Kayson was deliberately nitpicking? He shrugged offhandedly, smiled indifferently, and keeping his comments to a minimum when dealing with Kayson, who was outwardly cold but warm-hearted. He asked Amanda, "Did anything happen with Mr. Flack this afternoon?"


Chapter 65 Rejecting Dawn Sutton_1