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

Tatum walked up to the traffic police, grinning, "My friend and I are in a hurry. Can we get through?"


The man, who was likely in charge, gave Tatum a once-over. Sarcastically he said, "Who do you think you are? Do you imagine these roads were built by your family, and the traffic police are here for favors? Is that so?"


Tatum replied casually, "No, I am just negotiating with you." Then he handed a cigarette to the man with a grin, "Brother, can you do us a favor? We have pressing circumstances."


"Who isn't in a hurry when driving on the highway? Isn't it unfair to others if we give you special treatment?" The traffic officer accepted Tatum's cigarette which changed his attitude significantly. He patiently replied, "From the way you smoke fine tobacco and drive a Land Rover and Maserati, not to mention wearing Pierre Cardin, you both look wealthy. Why not take the express lane? It would be much better."


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