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

Yellow Hair and his friends quickly moved Dawn Sutton's belongings according to her instructions.


"How about that, satisfied?" Basil Jaak asked Dawn Sutton proudly.


"Hmpf, it's just a meal. I, Dawn Sutton, can surely afford it." Dawn Sutton retorted defiantly.


"Hehe..." Basil Jaak smirked at Dawn Sutton, "Well, Miss Sutton, I suppose I won't hold back then."


"Hmpf!" Dawn Sutton snorted again, angrily turning her head away, ignoring Basil Jaak.


Basil Jaak took out his phone and without hesitation, booked a private room at the Silver Flower Mansion: "Yes, that's correct, the private room on the second floor."


Although Dawn Sutton looked away, her ears were perked up like a rabbit's, clearly hearing everything Basil Jaak was saying on the phone. She widened her eyes in surprise, glaring at Basil Jaak.


What kind of place was the Silver Flower Mansion?


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