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 burst into the library, seeing Dawn Sutton lying in a pool of blood, a thunderbolt hit him out of the blue. His heart clenched and without any second thought, he pushed through the crowd.


Basil Jaak was not a doctor, but he knew basic first aid. He quickly knelt down, tore clothes from his own body, and used the strips of fabric to dress Dawn's wounds, preventing her from going into shock from excessive blood loss.


"Bas... Basil!" Dawn Sutton stirred back to consciousness, struggling to move her lips and emit a faint sound.


Basil reached out and held Dawn's hand, whispering softly, "I'm here!".


Dawn's face was as pale as paper. Her breathing became more and more difficult, as if every word uttered was sucking the energy out of her body. "Bas... Basil, do... do you think... will I... die?"


Chapter 135: Let the Ambulance Fly_1