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 took a glance at Kairo's dead body on the ground and darted off. 


 Beyond the exit lay a wide street, teeming with numerous vehicles that whirled into a cyclone at the intersection.


 Perhaps due to his Soldier King intuition, Basil spotted a suspicious Toyota Camry amidst the traffic and quickly hailed a taxi.


 "Driver, please try to keep up with that Camry," Basil instructed the taxi driver, pointing at the car.


 "Tail someone's car, isn't that inappropriate?" the taxi driver asked hesitantly, "How about you take another taxi?"


 If I had the time to change cars, would I still be taking a taxi to chase a fucking Toyota? Basil thought.


 Without a second word, Basil pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and tossed them to the driver, calmly stating, "This money is yours if you can catch that car for me."


Chapter 221: Don't Treat Me Like an Idiot _1