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 arrived at Night Fragrance Bar, only to be greeted by a group of men decked in black suits, wielding steel pipes and machetes. The only thing missing from their outfits was the word "Gangsters" written across their faces. 


"Is this a costume party or something?" Basil Jaak asked. 


"We are doing formation exercises." they replied. 


Unfazed, Basil Jaak made his way upstairs. 


Opening the door to the private room, he encountered the barrel of a gun pointed at him. 


Yellow Hair held the weapon, but soon recognized Basil Jaak and quickly rested the gun, chuckling in embarrassment, "Jaak, I didn't realize you were coming." 


"Keep your guns safe. We don't want any misfires." Basil Jaak remarked coolly. 


"The safety on this one isn't even off. It wouldn't fire." mumbled Yellow Hair, despite pocketing the firearm. 


Chapter 245 People Haven't Arrived Yet_1