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

"Hey, how is it going to hold up without a firm grip, it might slip out at any moment."


Basil Jaak glanced at the gloves on his hand. Though they were thin and tight but flexible enough to allow movement.


"Hurry up then. We need to take the Beauty Grass and go back," Yetta Astir urged.


Gently, Basil Jaak pulled the Beauty Grass out of the ground. Holding its root with one hand, he used his nail to cut the root system off. He placed it on a prepared piece of paper, wrapped it up, held it in his hand, then turned and left the villa with Yetta Astir.


By the time Basil Jaak returned to the hospital with the antidote, two special forces officers were standing outside the door to the Intensive Care Unit. Dean Ivan, Deputy Dean Edgar and other hospital leaders were reporting the patient's situation to Albert Coll, the Bureau Chief of Public Security, and Liu Xiang.


Chapter 143 Risking Your Life_1