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

Basil Jaak burped out the lingering effects of alcohol, his eyes clouded with drunkenness as he looked at the cousin and gave a foolish smile, "Cousin, are you going to drink with me?"


"What, are you afraid?" The cousin provocatively asked.


"Dare, why not! If cousin wants to drink with me, even if I die from it, I'll accompany you." Basil Jaak said cheerfully.


The cousin gave a cold snort and said impatiently, "Stop the nonsense, let's get started!"


Basil Jaak and the cousin each picked up a jar of alcohol and poured it into their mouths.


The spicy wine didn't stay in the mouth for a second, it slid directly down the throat and into the stomach, the burning sensation was like having a fireball in the stomach, it was uncomfortable.


The cousin felt a tumultuous tempest in his stomach but forcibly held back from vomiting, just to make Basil Jaak drunk.


Chapter 250: One Person Gets Three People Drunk _1