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

It's the weekend, a clear sky after several gloomy days, the heavens finally cleared up again.


Basil Jaak drove his Maserati to Krystal Flack's school to attend the esports competition she spoke of. As he pulled up to the entrance, he heard Krystal arguing with a group of boys.


"Krystal Flack, where is the person you brought? Is he afraid of losing to us? Or did you just find some random person to trick us?" Eric taunted.


"Didn't I tell you earlier? My Basil Jaak is very busy, every second he's making millions! You thought he's like you little brats?" Krystal glared at Eric, firing back assertively.


"Seriously? Making millions every second? Krystal Flack, would you die if you stop lying!" Eric retorted.


Krystal huffed, "Am I lying? You're all just green with envy!"


"Cut the crap! Don't think I don't know your big shot Basil Jaak is just some security head at your firm, you're treating him like he's Bill Gates or something!" Eric dismissively waved his hand.


Chapter 158: Where Did This Tycoon Come From?_1