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 instinctively dodged to the side, but the opponent seemed to have anticipated this movement, having the sharp dagger already in waiting. When Jaak dodged over, the blade lightly grazed his belly.


Despite the shock, Basil Jaak maintained his composure, using his hands as support on the ground, he executed three consecutive backflips to evade the most fatal strike.


Basil rose slowly from the ground, looking at the wound on his belly. A foot-long bloodstain lies horizontal to his navel, traces of blood seeped from the wound, causing slight pain with every breath he took.


"Ha ha! Truly deserving of the title King of Soldier Kings, to react in such a short span of time, and to dodge my fatal blow in such a confined space, Clyde's loss to you is not unjustified," the man cackled wildly.


Basil's gaze turns cold—could this man be of the Dragon Clan?


Chapter 78 First Eat or Solve Some Matters_1