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

"Hey, Mr. Flack, could you stop drinking?" Basil Jaak watched as Jessica Flack downed one glass after another, finishing a pound of alcohol in less than half an hour. He began to worry.


Jessica Flack waved him off dismissively, not heeding Basil Jaak's advice and stubbornly cracking open a second bottle of wine.


"Don't stop me, Basil! Men always say that you have to get a woman drunk for her to sleep with you. If I'm drunk, isn't that better for you?" Jessica Flack, with her blurred eyes, giggled foolishly at Basil Jaak.


Basil Jaak rolled his eyes in annoyance, huffing at Jessica Flack, "Am I that sort of person?"


"Do I need to get a woman drunk to sleep with her?" Basil Jaak added inwardly.


Jessica giggled, "If you're not that kind of person, you're not a man at all!"


"I...How am I not a man now?" said Basil, lost for words. 


Chapter 366: The Chief Culprit _1