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

Montague looked at Basil Jaak with a smile and said, "Mr. Jaak, it seems this is our first meeting, isn't it? I wonder where Mr. Jaak started your business before?"


"Haha! Director Montague is joking. I used to work for others. After making some money, I opened this store with Miss Audrey. It can hardly be called starting a business," Basil Jaak humbly waved his hand, knowing in his heart that these officials always liked to hear flattering words. To play along with them was no skin off his back, as long as the business license came through on time.


"Hehe! Mr. Jaak is too modest. It's not easy to find young and capable people like Mr. Jaak these days. Right, Frank?" Montague turned his head to his deputy, Frank, and asked.


"That's right, young men who can talk like Mr. Jaak are indeed rare," Frank said with a smile that made him look very respectful. However, due to his heavy build, his smile resembled a seated Maitreya Buddha, giving an impression of inscrutability.


Chapter 33: You Dropped Something