Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

Star and Crescent Island in the South Pacific.

This private island, which Nangong Yao bought with a fortune, has now been completely transformed into a fairytale wonderland.

The pristine white sand beach is covered with rose petals air-freighted from Europe, and a long crystal floating bridge has been built over the crystal-clear lagoon.

Colorful hot air balloons formed various romantic patterns in the night sky, and even the speedboats patrolling the surrounding waters were decorated with festive red ribbons.

There are only 24 hours left until that world-renowned wedding of the century.

A Gulfstream business jet bearing the Nangong Group logo slowly landed at the island's private airport. The cabin door opened, and five men stepped out, grumbling and cursing.

"Damn it, this suit is suffocating me! Who designed this piece of junk? It doesn't even have a pocket for magazines!"

Tank, who was walking at the front, tugged at his bow tie and complained. His nearly two-meter-tall, bear-like physique was awkwardly encased in a bespoke Italian tuxedo, making him look particularly... comical.

"Stop complaining. It's the boss's wedding, what a grand affair! If you dare show up in camouflage and cause a scene, believe me, the boss will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Lone Wolf pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone teasing, but he was also constantly tugging at his cuffs.

However, when these five people took off their sunglasses and walked side by side on the tarmac...

The French flight attendants at the airport and the waitresses on the island stared wide-eyed!

Despite their complaints, these five elite soldiers, who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, unleashed a breathtaking... hormonal surge after shedding their tactical armor, which symbolized slaughter, and donning these meticulously tailored tuxedos.

Tank's bulging muscles stretched his suit to its limit, exuding a wild, beast-like aura. Lone Wolf, with his tall, slender figure and glasses, resembled a cold-blooded killer or a refined scoundrel from a Western medieval film.

The vulture was taciturn, exuding an aura of asceticism that kept strangers at bay.

Although Ghost Hand and Poison Doctor are rather thin, their captivating and wicked charm, befitting a top-tier tech geek and a freakish doctor, has deeply resonated with many girls' fantasies.

These five guys, who usually roll around in the mud, never seemed handsome to anyone. But now, with clothes making the man, they're practically a walking group of stylish men!

"Tsk tsk, look at the way these girls are looking at me. Suddenly I don't think these clothes are so uncomfortable after all."

The Poison Doctor tossed his meticulously styled, slightly curly short hair and winked at the several female waitresses next to him, whose eyes were practically sparkling with hearts, eliciting a deliberately suppressed scream.

"Stop with that lustful look on your face, don't embarrass the boss."

Liu Ming's voice suddenly came from ahead. He was dressed in casual clothes and driving a convertible golf cart, which stopped in front of everyone.

Seeing the five brothers, Liu Ming couldn't help but smile. He looked them up and down and nodded: "Not bad, you look decent enough. It's not a waste of the clothes Yao Yao ordered for you."

"Boss!"

The five men stood at attention in unison. Although they were wearing tailcoats, their military discipline was still ingrained in their very being.

"Alright, there are no superiors or commanders today, just remember this."

Liu Ming patted the steering wheel. "You guys are the best men tomorrow. You only have one task—help me fend off the drinks."

"Do I need to tell you that?"

Tank laughed heartily, pounding his chest with a deafening roar, "When it comes to fighting, we're top-notch. And when it comes to drinking, who's our Dragon Fang Squad afraid of? If anyone dares to get you drunk tomorrow, I'll just grab a barrel of liquor and fight them to the death!"

"That's right! Tomorrow, the five of us brothers will be an impenetrable wall in front of you! We'll kill gods and Buddhas alike! We guarantee you'll enter the bridal chamber completely conscious!" Ghost Hand chimed in.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. Get in the car."

Liu Ming smiled and shook his head. These guys, wherever they go, they're always the same troublemakers.

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The golf cart sped along the coastline and finally stopped in front of a luxurious seaside villa.

This is the temporary accommodation for the groomsmen and bridesmaids.

"Go inside and put your luggage down. There's a rehearsal tonight, so be smart and don't act like country bumpkins who've never seen the world."

Liu Ming gave a few instructions and then turned to deal with other matters.

Five burly men, carrying luggage, swaggered open the villa's gate.

However, at the very moment the door was pushed open...

These five elite soldiers, who had once faced a hail of bullets without batting an eye, were instantly frozen in place as if struck by a spell.

In the spacious living room.

Orioles and swallows sing, and a fragrant breeze wafts through the air.

A dozen or so girls, dressed in matching light pink bridesmaid dresses and looking quite glamorous, were gathered together, chattering excitedly about their strategy for blocking the door tomorrow.

These girls weren't just randomly chosen to fill a quota.

They are the top socialites that Nangong Yao met in the business world, Xi Wanqing's best friend in the political and legal circle, and Lin Xiaoxiao's group of hot-tempered "bad girls" who grew up in a military compound.

If you pick any one of them, she's a rich heiress with assets of over 100 million or a powerful background.

Upon hearing the door open, all of the dozen or so bridesmaids turned around in unison.

A dozen pairs of eyes, each with meticulously drawn eyeliner, instantly locked onto the five burly men standing at the door.

The air suddenly became eerily quiet.

Tank's Adam's apple bobbed violently. This tough guy, who could even stuff his intestines back in on the battlefield, felt a strange sense of guilt and... weakness in his legs as he faced these dozen pairs of eyes that shone like searchlights.

"This...this is the groomsmen?"

A businesswoman with wavy hair and extremely fiery eyes looked the tank up and down, licked her red lips, and spoke in a voice so charming it could drip water.

"That physique... those muscles... that scent of hormones, my God, where did President Nangong find such a gem?"

"Hey, that guy with glasses is pretty good too! He's so polite and gentle, you just want to bully him."

Another judge, dressed in a cool and aloof style, fixed her gaze on the lone wolf, her eyes full of eager anticipation.

"That bald, big guy is mine! Nobody can take him from me! I like tough guys who make me feel safe!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's childhood friend from the same compound immediately rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to snatch her away on the spot.

The bridesmaids were like hungry wolves eyeing a flock of sheep; their eyes gleamed with an extremely dangerous light, a light that seemed to be both "gossip" and "hunting."

The five members of the Dragon Fang Squad usually face vicious and ruthless enemies; they had never seen anything like this before.

"Lone Wolf... Lone Wolf..." Tank swallowed hard, his voice trembling, and hid behind Lone Wolf.

"These women... they seem even more ferocious than us! The way they look at us, it feels like they want to devour us!"

Lone Wolf pushed up his glasses, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Don't panic, stay calm, we're the best men, here to fend off the drinks."

"Ladies..."

The poison doctor forced a smile that he thought was quite handsome, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "We are the groom's brothers. Nice to meet you."

"care?"

The leading socialite with wavy hair sneered, walked over in her high heels, and poked the poison doctor directly in the chest with her slender finger.

"Don't worry, young man, we'll definitely take good care of you during the wedding procession tomorrow."

"I heard you're going to help the groom fend off the excessive drinking?"

She turned around, looked at the bridesmaids behind her, and deliberately drawled, "Ladies, someone's trying to fend off the drinks, what should we do?"

"Drink them under the table!"

The dozen or so bridesmaids shouted in unison, their momentum no less than that of the special forces soldiers!

"Not only should they be drunk to a pulp! We should also make them dance Swan Lake! Sing 'Conquer'! Brush their teeth with wasabi!"

Hearing about these inhumane methods of punishment.

The once invincible Dragon Fang Squad, five ruthless elite soldiers, exchanged glances at each other, each seeing deep despair in the other's eyes.

We're doomed, boss. You didn't send us here to shield you from drinking, did you?

You've clearly led us into the Spider Cave!

"I think..." Tank glanced cautiously at the doorway.

"...Is it too late for us to resign now?"