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

Norberto Flack laughed, "Haha, do we still need to be so formal with each other?"


At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit came over and respectfully handed over a gift box he was holding.


"Miss Flack, these are the new cigarettes we've received," the middle-aged man said respectfully.


"This is Maximus, the hotel manager. You can look for him when you come here to eat," Norberto Flack said as he introduced him and pulled out a cigarette from the box, handing it to Basil Jaak, "Little Jaak, try this flavor."


Basil Jaak took the cigarette unceremoniously, held it to his nose, and his eyes lit up. He said to Norberto Flack, "It's rich and mellow. A very nice variety."


"Then give it a try," Norberto Flack gestured for Maximus to light the cigarette for Basil Jaak, then instructed earnestly, "This is Mr. Jaak. His presence is as good as mine. Whatever it is, there's no need to report to me. As long as he's willing, you follow his instructions!"


Chapter 14: Fighting alongside you