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

"Basil Jaak, are you okay?" Mr. Joseph asked Basil Jaak.


Basil Jaak shook his head: "I'm fine, just grazed by a bullet."


In the African wilderness, the battles Basil Jaak experienced were much more dangerous than tonight's. He had countless wounds, big and small. A mere bullet graze, like the one tonight, was nothing to him.


Mr. Joseph wasn't stingy with his praise. He patted Basil Jaak on his uninjured shoulder, approvingly laughing, "Ah, to be young!"


Jessica Flack, seeing that peace had returned outside, couldn't help opening the car door and getting out. She jogged over to Basil Jaak and saw the blood soaked his clothes, she was scared, anxiously calling out to Mr. Joseph, "Mr. Joseph, he's bleeding so much. What are you waiting for? Take him to the hospital as soon as possible!"


In her tone, there was a slight reproach, which startled Mr. Joseph. He looked at Jessica Flack in surprise, feeling that this young lady didn't seem like her usual self.


Chapter 85 Mrs. Astir's Letter_1