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

"I'll drink with you!" Alice stood up, facing Black with an unyielding demeanor.


Black raised an eyebrow, obviously unfamiliar with this unexpected challenger, and demanded coldly: "Who are you, and can you represent them?"


Alice glanced at Basil Jaak, seeing no sign of displeasure on his face, she confidently replied to Black: "All you need to know is that my name is Alice. As for whether I can represent them, I say I can't."


Black scoffed: "If you can't represent them, what are you doing challenging me? Didn't you hear me? I was inviting them for a one-on-one."


Meanwhile, Basil Jaak had already sniffed out conflict in the air, but he didn't stop Alice, curious to see how things would play out.


Chapter 157: This is Only the Tenth Bottle_1