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 and Luther each grabbed a bottle of beer and started drinking.


Jaak was drinking at a leisurely pace, while Luther was gulping down his beer as if in a race, quickly emptying his bottle.


Seeing that Jaak still had almost half of his bottle left, Luther couldn't help but gloat, "Jaak, I didn't expect to beat you to this."


Jaak put down his bottle and smiled lightly, "I'm drinking with you three alone, I can't match you youngsters, so I got to take my own pace. Don't drink too fast, we're comparing alcohol tolerance, not speed. Drinking fast doesn't necessarily mean you can drink more."


"I understand, I understand. I'll take my time with this bottle," replied Luther, verbally agreeing but practically chugging his beer down at a faster pace. By the time he finished his second bottle, he was half a bottle ahead of Jaak.


Chapter 161: Two People Overwhelmed with Just One Drink_1