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

"Beep beep..." The sound of sirens echoed from behind, plunging the driver into terror. He alerted Basil Jaak, "Young man, the police are catching up."


With a face as calm as water, Jaak steered the wheel with one hand and took out his phone with the other, coolly dialing Yetta Astir's number.


"What is it you need?" Yetta Astir disliked Jaak, but since she still needed him in the future, she begrudgingly asked softly.


"I'm driving an ambulance to the hospital, a bit too fast, and about to be stopped by the police car. Give your contacts a heads up so they stop chasing me," Jaak replied indifferently.


"Hospital?" Astir was taken aback, curiously asking, "When did you start driving an ambulance?"


"Temporarily! Miss Sutton was stabbed in the back and needs to undergo surgery at the hospital," Jaak explained.


Chapter 136: Can Miracles Still Happen_1