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

Fiona Turner made a beeline for the men's clothing section on the third floor of the mall with Basil Jaak.


"Hold this trench coat first." Fiona Turner picked out a long, black, British-style trench coat and handed it to Basil Jaak, then thoughtfully touched her chin and wondered, "What should I pair with this long coat?"


"Trench coats are of course worn over shirts. I think that off-white shirt would be perfect," Basil Jaak pointed at an off-white shirt on the wall and suggested to Fiona Turner.


However, before Basil Jaak could finish, Fiona Turner began to aggressively spit out a stream of criticism.


"Pairing a shirt with a trench coat, could you possibly be any more old-fashioned? A white shirt with a black trench coat? Do you think you're a panda, or do you just have too much of a black and white fetish?" Fiona Turner rolled her eyes and derisively blurted out, "Hillbilly!"


Basil Jaak grumbled in frustration, "If not a shirt, then what?"


Chapter 377: What Method?_1