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

Following Will Astir's instruction, Alva brought Basil Jaak in.


Will Astir waved Alva aside, signaling everyone except Basil Jaak to leave; he wanted to have a private conversation with Basil Jaak.


Without daring to disobey, Alva cast a meaningful glance at Basil Jaak, then led the others out and gently shut the door of the office behind them.


"Never thought our second meeting would be in a detention center." Will Astir found a relatively clean spot, sat down without ceremony, and smiled at Basil Jaak.


Seeing Will Astir sit down, Basil Jaak couldn't help but give a wry smile. He too took a seat, reached over for a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a puff. "All thanks to Director Astir," he said casually, blowing out a ring of smoke.


Yetta overstepped this time. I apologize on behalf of her," Will Astir said, undisturbed, his gaze fixed on Basil Jaak.


"No need!" A cold sneer appeared on Basil Jaak's face as he retorted dismissively.


Chapter 107 Choose a Good Day to Come Again _1