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

"Is this guy even human? He's won thirteen rounds in a row already," someone grumbled.


Basil Jaak had borrowed a thousand dollars from Alejandro, and now he was playing Gold-Flower Betting with eight others, ten-dollar minimum, ten-thousand-dollar cap. The bank rotated, and a Leopard doubled the stake. In a short while, Jaak had won thirteen rounds straight. His initial one thousand dollars had ballooned to sixty-six thousand three hundred and seventy, stacked in front of him like a small mountain.


"This is the fourteenth round, isn't it?" Jaak tossed a ten-dollar chip casually into the pot, grinning widely as he asked.


"Yes, the fourteenth," answered Alejandro, a brief twitch at the corner of his mouth. If he had known how formidable Jaak was, he would have never suggested that Jaak stay to gamble, even if it cost him his life.


Jaak's current hand wasn't great — he only had a pair of 8s, but no one else knew the outcome.


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