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

Krystal Flack brought Basil Jaak to the agreed internet café, and besides Lance and Winni, who they met at the coffee shop last time, there were two other guys.


"Gibson, Clement!" Krystal introduced, "This is the pro player I invited, you guys call him Jaak."


"Krystal, where did you find this old geezer?" Gibson obviously hadn't seen Basil thrashing Krystal in the internet café before, so he was dismissive. 


Basil frowned, albeit mildly. He might not be as boyish as Leonardo, but he was definitely far from being a sleazy old man like Van, right?


Krystal scolded immediately: "Gibson, what do you mean by that?"


"Nothing much, just that I think this old man is not much of a gamer." Gibson shrugged, his disdain as clear as day.


"Gibson, you…" Just as Krystal was about to argue, Basil pulled her back, hinting for her to let him handle it.


Looking at Gibson, who was clearly skeptical of him, Basil challenged: "If you think I'm not so good, how about a bet?"


Chapter 118: Test Skills_1