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

The woman chosen by Clark was in her thirties, with her long hair pulled up and a tall figure, looking like she could be a high-level office worker or a flight attendant.


"Miss, do I know you?" Clark brought the woman over to Basil Jaak and asked her.


Clark wanted to prove that he had no connection with the woman he had picked out, but this method was a bit too naïve. Could asking a question really clear him of any collusion? Of course, Basil Jaak didn't care whether they had met or knew each other beforehand.


"No, I don't know you." The woman looked at Clark, her face blushing slightly, seemingly very interested in him, with an expression of admiration.


Clark turned to Basil Jaak, "I don't know this beauty, I can swear to the heavens about that. What do you say, I choose her, do you dare bet with me?"


Watching Clark's smug appearance, Basil Jaak could probably guess that this woman was sick, and Clark must have nearly figured it out, hence his utmost confidence.


Chapter 302 Massage Therapy