Chapter 775: Untitled
On the day of their marriage, the sun shone especially brightly over Rome. As the warm rays from the sun basked Rome in gentle warmth, the wedding began in earnest.
Big shots from both sides of the law gathered at the wedding.
Cheng Anya finally saw the fabled Commander. While she had seen everybody who comprised the Top Terrorist Organization’s core leadership team, she had never seen Commander. She had expected a stocky and well-built middle-aged man, but little did she expect…
The commander of the International Anti-Terrorist Organization to be a 25-26-year-old brunette with amber eyes, pale skin, and delicate features. It was as though he was as perfect as a sculpture. The most unexpected thing about him was his 185-cm height, thin limbs, slender neck, and immaculate fingers. From top to bottom, he was too perfect-looking.
This unbelievably handsome man was the commander of the International Anti-Terrorist Organization? Cheng Anya was utterly taken aback as it was way out of her imagination. Appearance was power in the Top Terrorist Organization. If that wasn’t the case, then why did everybody in the Top Terrorist Organization get into trouble in one way or another?
Commander had official authorization to be present to deliver his congratulations. As for the anti-terrorist groups… This would mean calling a truce, although they had never engaged in combat.
Cheng Anya and Third Young Master Ye bit their lips. “Can you imagine that?”
Third Young Master Ye immediately shook his head.
Ye Wei and Eleven turned to Commander and wanted their gifts, only for Commander to coldly say, “My presence is the best f***ing gift you can get.”
Ye Wei threw him a disdainful look. Since they had never seen each other, she wanted to go up to embrace him. Mo Jue, who was standing next to her, pulled her back as Commander harrumphed. “We’re in plain sight, so keep your damn distance from me. We can always embrace at night.”
Eleven, who was aside, laughed out loud. They were indeed in plain sight, and the bride openly hugging the anti-terrorist elite was a clear sign something was up. Although Commander seemed deliberate, Mo Jue’s face was utterly blackened with anger and he went to greet Chu Li with a huff. Black J and Jason went over and bickered instead of bringing in arms. Jason and Commander were especially hot-tempered. Chu Li could only sigh when these two hotheads came together.
There were several people from the anti-terrorist groups who were rumbling about how their boss was certain to clash with the terrorists’. Their boss was undoubtedly one who stuck to his guns and loved his job. Black J pulled him aside and said, “Please don’t embarrass us. We can always kick up a storm tonight.”
Jason and Commander coldly harrumphed at each other before they went separate ways.
When Su Ruyu, Mo Shitian, and Su Ruhua came, everybody congratulated them. The wedding proceeded extremely smoothly and nobody kicked up a fuss. Although many from the international mafias came, most that entered the scenes were the figureheads of each house whilst their disciples gathered outside. There were many people present.
Following the wedding, everybody interacted at the scene. Businessmen, politicians, and the underworld big shots gathered and made possible alliances, becoming what Third Young Master Ye described as the rare opportunity for the elites in all sectors. Politicians, wealthy businessmen, and the underworld members who turned up were influential in their own right. To many, this was an extremely rare opportunity.
Mo Shitian turned to look at Su Ruyu and asked, “Do you want to wear a wedding gown?”
“I’ve worn it.” Su Ruyu smiled and held his hand before going inside.
The three couples were especially happy. Following the wedding ceremony, the newlyweds started toasting. Mo Jue asked Mo Ye, “Elder brother, why toast? Why am I drinking?”
Mo Ye said, “Since you want to marry Ye Wei, don’t worry about other things. I’ve briefed you on the wedding process flow, remember?”
This was Mo Jue’s selective ignorance and none of his fault. Eleven and Rong Yan smiled. Although Ye Wei was smiling, nobody could figure out what she was smiling about. Mo Jue tried hard to recall, but it seemed that they had to toast regardless.
He forgot.
Ye Wei smiled and said, “All’s good! Just drink!”
“No!” Mo Jue immediately refused. How could he show his idiotic side at the wedding? He certainly couldn’t. Mo Jue protested. Ye Wei whispered into his ear, and Mo Jue’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Ye Wei smiled gorgeously.
Everybody was curious. What did she say?
Commander, who sat with Black J, Jason, and the others at the same table, coldly folded his arms and asked, “How many days to a divorce?”
“Pfft!” Jason almost spat his wine out. It was just the few of them, and nobody else thankfully sat with them. What Commander said really left them shocked. “F***! They just got married, and you’re cursing them to divorce? Are you sure you’re here for the wedding?”
Since they had just gotten married recently, divorce was at least a few years down the road.
Commander calmly wiped his hands with the white towel. “I fear for world peace.”
“F*** off!” Everybody told him. Commander was emotionless, whereas Bai Ye smiled quietly.
Seeing the people present at the toast, Eleven was a little uneasy. How much did she have to drink? Even if she just moistened her lips, it would still be quite some wine. It was safe to say that a few tables would not let them go so easily.
Nobody would give up the chance to get them drunk when the chance presented itself.