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

In order not to let Yetta Astir fall, Basil Jaak quickly held her round buttocks. But, unexpected to him, a sudden sharp pain was felt from his arm.


"Hey! What are you pinching me for?" Basil Jaak grumbled indignantly.


In all honesty, Basil Jaak had no ulterior motives this time.


Yetta Astir sneered, "Why do you think?"


Basil Jaak replied in irritation, "If you don't want me to carry you, then get down. I don't care. Stop acting like you're some treasure or something, as if I'm eager to take advantage of you."


Yetta Astir sneered, "So you didn't take advantage this time. Dare you say the same about when we were at Golden Splendor, or when we were on the motorcycle?"


"I..." This time Basil Jaak was stumped.


"Can't speak now, feeling guilty?" Yetta Astir pressed on relentlessly.


Basil Jaak gave a bitter smile. "Didn't we agree not to mention about that?"


Chapter 313: The address is in the Government Courtyard_1