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 walked out of the Refreshing Inn and got into the Lexus parked nearby. About half an hour later, Ghost also got into the car.


"Boss, I've taken care of everything!" Ghost said with a cheshire grin, clearly very satisfied with the "fun" he had just had. "Those two girls were delicious in every sense of the word, no wonder you insisted on coming back."


Basil Jaak glared at Ghost irritably and asked cautiously: "How did you handle the scene?"


"Don't worry, I knocked them out cold. Be it the cops or an idiot, they would know what happened in there." Ghost said proudly.


Basil Jaak nodded in satisfaction and turned to Debby Sutton in the car. "Sutton, would you mind calling Yetta Astir? I can't think of anyone better for this."


"You don't want to call your beautiful policewoman lover yourself?" Debby Sutton asked with a teasing, flirtatious wink.


Basil Jaak ignored Sutton's quip, shaking his head coolly. "I had a falling-out with her not long ago, you make the call."


Chapter 131 Trashing the Place_1