The groom may kiss the groom? Run!

Upon learning that a beautiful nurse had helped him change his clothes, Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Given that he had not fully recovered, he decided to attend the wedding before leaving.

After leaving the leader's office, Sing Sing called Director Wang to report on his work. In fact, the Guardians had already informed 749 Bureau.

But since Director Zhou was, after all, the junior officer, how could he not personally report his achievements?

How will your superiors know how hard you work if you don't report it?

I wonder how your hard-working boss will promote you?

The meticulous Director Zhou spent an hour explaining everything in great detail.

In the end, it was only because Wang Pangzi got impatient that he hung up on the spot.

Director Zhou has been having a wonderful time these past two days, enjoying romantic moments with Miss Snowbird.

After repeatedly confirming that she really had no fighting ability outside of her home territory, Zhou finally gave up on trying to seduce her.

This infuriated Miss Snowbird, who transformed into a bison and sent Zhou flying ten meters away.

The Moon-Boy has been very happy these past two days.

He's always either glued to the Devil Dinosaur or doing research with Sasquatch.

A communicator shaped like a flip-flop, a toothbrush that can be used as a razor, and a cigarette that only produces smoke when blown on.

Sing Sing, who really didn't want to be Little Monkey for experiments, made an excuse to go out and make a phone call.

As soon as he stepped outside, he called Darwin, who had disappeared somewhere. "Little Darwin, it's a big day in Beichen, are you coming to the wedding?"

The reply came quickly, just two words, crisp and concise.

"Fuck off!"

He hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

Two days of carefree living passed in the blink of an eye.

On the wedding day, Vancouver enjoyed a rare sunny day.

Sing Sing got up early, ironed the trench coat given to him by the Alpha Flight until it was perfectly straight, and slicked his hair back with oil.

I stood in front of the mirror, and wow, I looked quite presentable.

Moon-Boy didn't escape either; he was held down by the Snowbird and had his feathers combed for half an hour, with a red bow tie forced around his neck.

A long table for receiving gifts was set up at the entrance of the manor.

"Sir, a monetary gift or a present?"

Sing Sing pulled out a red envelope and slammed it on the table, "Three hundred!"

The girl opened the bills and checked them; there were three red bills. After silently calculating the exchange rate, she looked up at him.

As it turned out, Zhou had already disappeared with his hands behind his back.

A hundred or so people arrived on the lawn, and six out of ten were Mutants. Sing Sing's eyes lit up immediately.

Sasquatch, dressed in an oversized suit, stood by the flower arch as a groomsman.

Not far away, a tall, thin man was lighting candles for the guests at each table, rubbing his fingers together to make the small flames leap up.

Sing Sing leaned over and handed over his business card, "Brother, great skills! Looking for a job? Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds, accommodation included!"

The tall, thin man glanced at him sideways. "Thanks, but I have a proper job—a gas station manager."

"Dude, you've got a really big heart!? Playing with fire while guarding an oil depot, how does your boss sleep at night!?"

The tall, thin man thought he was crazy and walked away with the candle.

The Guardian led over a woman in a white dress whose features were identical to Beichen's.

The Guardian stepped aside. "My sister, Jenny, you can also call her Aurora."

Sing Sing presented his business card with both hands, saying, "Oh, dear siblings! Sister, are you interested in developing your career in China?"

"Thank you, but I'm not interested," Jenny said with a polite smile.

"If you keep babbling, I'll rip your tongue out and tie it to the doorknob!"

Undeterred, Sing Sing turned his attention to a middle-aged man carrying a medicine bag and approached him, trying to strike up a conversation. "Brother, carrying a medicine bag, you're in the same line of work! Our Joint Center's Traditional Chinese Medicine Physiotherapy Department is short of a resident doctor. Come and get a room!"

"Excuse me, I am a witch doctor."

A short, stocky man was squatting in the corner, drinking alone in silence; his arms were thicker than an average person's thighs.

Sing Sing had barely taken half a step closer when he said, "Brother, with that physique, you could go down the mine to inspect the pipes..."

"Roll."

"Alright!" Director Zhou turned around on the spot.

Even the woman by the flowerbed who could bring withered flowers back to life couldn't escape his charm; he cornered her and talked for ten minutes about the benefits of working at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

The older woman yawned repeatedly as she listened, and finally patted him on the shoulder. "Young man, I'm seventy years old, I just want to have a few days of peace and quiet."

After going around the room, I handed out more than a dozen business cards, but didn't get a single contact information.

Sing Sing, holding the remaining half-stack of business cards, complained to the Moon-Boy.

"If a person has no ambition, what's the difference between them and a salted fish? Look at these people, they're all unambitious, just salted fish!"

The Moon-Boy was busy fighting with someone over grilled ribs, his mouth full of oil, and he had no time to pay attention to him.

The ceremony begins.

The pastor chanted his verses in a drawn-out tone. Beichen and Kyle stood hand in hand under the flower arch. When they exchanged rings, Kyle's eyes were red-rimmed, and Beichen's hands were trembling slightly.

Sing Sing watched from the side, clicking his tongue in amazement.

Shouldn't someone come to abduct the bride or storm the wedding and slaughter everyone present at this time?

After suffering heavy casualties, will Beichen crawl out of the pool of blood to seek revenge?

Seeing his infatuated look, Snowbird reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, making Sing Sing wince in pain.

The ceremony concluded, and the pastor closed the booklet and waved goodbye.

"Now, the groom may kiss the groom!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, whistles, and applause. The two of them immediately started kissing and cuddling, inseparable and even spinning around.

Sing Sing's clapping hand froze in mid-air, goosebumps rising from the back of his neck to his heels, and his scalp tingled as if he'd been electrocuted.

The Moon-Boy, his face full of curiosity, asked, "Stephen, why are they biting each other? Are they starving?"

"Not suitable for children!" Sing Sing quickly covered his eyes. "What do you know, you little kid! Don't look!"

The Snowbird was laughing so hard it could barely stand up straight, Sasquatch looked on with satisfaction, even wiping a tear from his eye.

That kiss lasted for over a minute and still wasn't over; Sing Sing felt like his head was spinning.

I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, like I had thorns in my back, like I had a fishbone stuck in my throat...

If I keep watching, I'm definitely going to have nightmares tonight!

"No... I can't stay here for even a second longer..."

As soon as the ceremony ended, the banquet began. Sing Sing channeled his grief and anger into his appetite, pulling out three plastic bags from his pocket and stuffing lobster, abalone, and roast suckling pig into them with a satisfying crunch.

The Mutants sitting next to me was dumbfounded. "Bro, what are you doing?"

"Three hundred dollars!" Sing Sing exclaimed without looking up. "If I don't eat it all up, I'll wake up in the middle of the night feeling the pinch!"

Lunch wasn't over yet, so he found the Guardian carrying his takeout box.

"Hey Lao Ha, lend me a car, I'm leaving now."

The Guardian, holding his wine glass, paused, "Now? So soon?"

"Urgent! Extremely urgent!"

Sing Sing said with a pained expression, "The feng shui here clashes with my birth chart! If I stay another night, I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow morning and even Sasquatch will look handsome!"

Feeling like I'm sitting on pins and needles, like I have thorns in my back, like I have a fishbone stuck in my throat... There's more to say, and here's the third edition by Old Zhou.

The Guardian's lips twitched, and he pulled out a key and tossed it over.

"That Bricklin SV-1 in the garage, I modified it, don't you dare smash it to pieces!"

The Moon-Boy ran over at that moment, pulled out his Whimsical Gun, and shoved it into his hand.

"I've modified the gun again; it can fire in bursts now. You can use it for self-defense!"

??

Rapid fire?

Does that mean I have to crouch down to fire?

Sing Sing took the gun, weighed it in his hand, and then stuffed a package of lobsters back into his arms.

"Here, let your big guy try some Western food too, and take good care of his injury."

Snowbird stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, staring at the car's taillights. "You just gave him the Guardian like that?"

The Guardian took a sip of his drink. "I can rebuild the car if it's gone. If we don't let it run fast... how can we say United States is in big trouble?"