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

Basil Jaak stretched lazily, while looking at the stewardess' thighs clad in black silk and complained to Fenny Marshall, "Is your National Security agency that stingy? They are putting us in Economy class for this mission!"


Fenny Marshall glanced at Basil Jaak and grumbled, "What do you know, we are saving public funds here, every penny of taxpayer money is put to good use."


"Tsk! You know my enlightenment is low, and you try to raise it." Basil Jaak waved his hand in annoyance, ignoring Fenny Marshall's disgruntled face, and fell asleep on his own.


However, Basil Jaak was soon woken by a terrible smell.


"What's that smell, it stinks!" Basil Jaak turned his head to ask Fenny Marshall, who was screwing up her nose, covering it with a hand.


"Someone must be eating durian!" Fenny Marshall said disinterestedly.


Basil Jaak was surprised: "Isn't durian not allowed on planes?"


Chapter 213: Trouble Caused by Durian_1