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

"Where are you guys? I can't see you?" Basil Jaak walked into the dance club, only to be greeted by a dark scene, a crowded dance floor, and booming music that made it impossible to hear clearly.


"Basil, head to the right, we are on the right side of the dance floor." Amanda's voice came from the phone.


Following Amanda's instructions, Basil veered right upon entering the club. After rounding a bend, he finally spotted Amanda in a corner on the right-hand side.


"Here, Jaak." Amanda spotted Basil and quickly waved at him.


As Basil parted the crowd to sit down at Amanda's table, he noticed Wendy and Kayson's bags were there, but the girls themselves were nowhere to be seen.


Amanda pointed towards the bustling crowd and told Basil, "They went to watch others dance."


"You didn't go? Are you guarding their stuff?" Basil asked, curious.


"Not entirely." Amanda gave a faint smile and quietly said, "I'm... not feeling great today."


Chapter 68: Greeting his 18 generations of ancestors_1