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

"Keep an eye on him; I'll go out and take a look," the female drug seller ordered her subordinates before turning and walking out.


Basil Jaak, with his hands bound, sat in the corner and smiled at the drug dealer guarding him, "Can I have a cigarette?"


"Ha ha!" The drug dealers burst into laughter and said to Basil Jaak, "We don't have cigarettes, only drugs. Do you want to take a couple of hits?"


"I'll pass on that," Basil Jaak shook his head and then asked, "People say those who run casinos don't gamble and those who run brothels don't patronize them. Do you guys use yourselves?"


"You don't know?" the drug dealer asked.


Basil Jaak shook his head, putting on a very inquisitive look as he gazed back at him.


"Who says none of us use? We just use a little," the drug dealer said to Basil Jaak, "and there are also some people who deal drugs just so they can use, and of course, some do it for the money."


Chapter 135: Capturing the Female Drug Seller