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 gave a contemptuous glance at Gustave and sneered disdainfully, "Do you actually have the guts to wear a pomegranate dress with your flat figure?"


"You..." Gustave was so choked up that he couldn't speak and wished he could cut Basil Jaak's tongue off.


Basil Jaak waved his hand, "I don't have time to fool around with you, let's get this competition over with! After it's done, I can go back to sleep."


Part of the reason Basil Jaak looked down on Gustave was due to his negative impression of this spoiled rich girl. The other reason was his lack of interest in car racing. If it weren't for the "good citizen" title Yetta Astir brought up, Basil Jaak would never bother with these children.


Gustave retorted discontentedly, "Don't think you're invincible just because you beat Joyce! Let me tell you, our competition isn't purely about speed."


"Just explain how we're competing!" Basil Jaak urged.


Chapter 184: Draw_1