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

"This good?" Bruce gazed at Basil Jaak, speechless, while Colby was left agape.


Basil Jaak clapped his hands, placed the cue stick back in its box, looking like a humble master.


"Jaak, who did you learn this skill from?" Bruce asked curiously.


Having been guided by a world champion for a couple of days, he thought he was invincible among amateur players. To his surprise, ordinary people like Basil Jaak outshone him. He spontaneously began to call Basil Jaak 'Jaak' without Colby needing to prompt him.


"I taught myself," Basil Jaak said nonchalantly.


"Bullshit!" Bruce clearly didn't believe that Basil Jaak could be so skilled without a mentor, assuming Basil Jaak was reluctant to tell, he felt a slight irritance.


Basil Jaak said flatly, "Playing pool is simply about the control of power and the calculation of angles. I am merely better than you in these aspects."


Chapter 2 The Queen's Secret Weapon_1