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 was taken aback, realizing that Krystal Flack had already run upstairs, and Mr. Joseph was bringing the drinks over.


"Mr. Jaak, should we go outdoors, or stay here in the living room to drink?" Mr. Joseph asked.


"It's up to you, Mr. Joseph." Basil Jaak responded.


"Then let's go outside, so we don't disturb the young ladies' rest." Mr. Joseph proposed.


The season had changed to fall and the evening breeze brought an immediate chill, but Basil Jaak and Mr. Joseph were rugged men, and they didn't feel any discomfort from a bit of cold. Quite the opposite, drinking in the breeze even had a sense of boldness.


The two originally intended to snack on roasted peanuts while drinking, but Nanny Donne went out of her way to fry up two dishes, which made Basil Jaak feel a little embarrassed.


Mr. Joseph took a sip of his drink and asked, "I heard from Miss Flack that you used to work in Africa and that you are proficient in several languages, Mr. Jaak?"


Chapter 167 Losing Face_1