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

The office of the Director of Public Security.


Yetta Astir sat in front of Basil Jaak, nervously looking at the man of her father's age and background.


Hearing Yetta's report, Basil Jaak lifted his head and said in a calm tone, "Astir, you may leave now."


"Huh? Director Tyler, what about the case?" Yetta Astir asked.


Leaning back in his chair, Basil Jaak said faintly, "I'll keep an eye on the progress, but the evidence you've provided isn't very clear. I can't have people investigate based on this evidence. Astir, I appreciate your work enthusiasm, but we must focus on the methods. I don't endorse your approach and I hope you will try harder in your future work." 


Basil Jaak uttered a bunch of irrelevant encouraging words. Yetta knew that this was basically an invitation for her to leave. However, she wasn't ready to discard the clues she had painstakingly gathered.


Chapter 380: The Most Dangerous Sport_1