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

Basil Jaak turned around and shouted to Ghost Doctor, "Let's go, back in the car and proceed!"


After the recent series of mishaps, Ghost Doctor became more cautious and careful, remaining silent throughout the journey as if he had been greatly affected.


Luckily, the road ahead wasn't fraught with many dangers. Basil and Ghost Doctor, with their rich outdoor experience, breezed through until they reached directly above the valley.


The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ochre cliffs, as if bestowing a festive ribbon on the warm-hearted African natives. The entire scene was grand and magnificent, intoxicating to the eye.


"We alight here?" Basil turned to ask Ghost Doctor.


Ghost Doctor nodded and stepped out of the car, then bent over, carefully peering down the cliff.


Basil jumped off the vehicle, lit a cigarette, enjoyed a few puffs, and then followed Ghost Doctor's gaze towards the front.


"Where's the Puer grass?" Basil asked Ghost Doctor.


Chapter 390: Be Careful_1