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

Back in Utopia, the Ghost Doctor quickly developed a drug to neutralize caffeine factors using the Puer grass Basil Jaak had picked.


"Take three antidotes and swallow one of the pills I've prepared. I reassure, while detoxifying yourself, it will also eliminate the caffeine factors from your system." The Ghost Doctor said confidently.


Basil Jaak took the pills handed over by the Ghost Doctor. But his hands did not retreat as he continued, "Give it to me!"


"What are you asking for?" questioned the Ghost Doctor.


Basil Jaak grinned, "Of course, I am asking for the leftover Puer grass. You can't possibly tell me that a small amount of pills exhausted an entire basket of Puer grass I picked."


The Ghost Doctor blushed, assertively retorting, "Didn't we have an agreement? I prepare the pills for you, and you give the rest of the Puer grass to me."


Chapter 392: The Crazy Antelope_1