chapter 5 We are true love!

Under the glaring strong light, five thousand warriors of the Northern Savage Army, with an aura that seemed to swallow mountains and rivers, stood before a perilous building.
They remained immovable, yet they erupted with a pressure that felt like it could topple mountains and overturn seas.
Oscar brought with him a group of desperadoes, each one a ruthless person who had licked blood off their knife edges.
But when they witnessed this scene, each of them was scared pale, their legs shaking uncontrollably.
Oscar was also stunned.
The rage in his heart, which he thought could only be quenched with blood, dissipated instantly.
What's the big deal? Was it just a slap in the face?
Didn't Oscar have even this little bit of magnanimity?
After the appearance of the five thousand elite troops of the Northern Savage Army, no one paid attention to those jumping clowns. All the warriors, just like Alan, were so tense that they trembled, their dark eyes fixed on Titus.
Afraid that he would disappear again, afraid they would never see him again!
Jorge, the soul of the three hundred thousand Northern Savage Army, a god in the hearts of the soldiers!
But these veterans of the Northern Savage Army had no reason to come and see a retired cook every now and then, and there were strict orders from above, only this time!
After tonight, there would be no Jorge in the world, only Titus!
The soldiers' blood boiled, unable to control their emotions!
"Attention!"
Alan, with eyes reddened, saluted Titus: "Happy wedding, squad leader! "
The earth-shaking sound of stomping feet echoed throughout the demolition area: " Happy wedding, squad leader! "
Now, they couldn't recognize each other when they met.
In the future, they would wish to meet but couldn't.
Endless heroism permeated the night sky.
Titus returned a standard military salute, his face filled with the pride of a villain achieving success.
A retired cook being congratulated on his wedding by five thousand soldiers of the Northern Savage Army, wasn't that worth being proud of?
But deep in those profound eyes, there were tumultuous waves, filled with a sense of melancholy.
After the Northern Savage Army saluted, they stood at ease.
Alan's gaze then fell on Oscar, the instigator of tonight's event.
He strode forward, and although he was less than 1.7 meters tall, he seemed like Mount Tai bearing down, almost suffocating Oscar.
"You just said, even if my five thousand subordinates came, you would still kill me?" Alan's eyes shone brightly.
Slap!
Without another word, Oscar slapped himself: "I'm sorry!"
The slap was loud.
The apology, even more so, pierced through the night sky, deafening.
Godfather always said, admit your mistakes, stand firm when being beaten!
"My father sacrificed his life for the country in a border defense battle fifteen years ago." Alan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you my father?"
Slap!
Another slap.
Oscar had his left cheek slapped then his right, turning his face into that of a pig's head with just two slaps, showing the force used was immense.
"I'm sorry!" Oscar shouted an apology, straining his voice.
"Tonight you—"
"Enough!" Titus suddenly spoke up, adopting an air of a squad leader taking advantage of his age: "Alan, have you had your fill of flaunting the might of the Young Marshal of the Northern Savage Army? Do you really intend to beat my uncle to death?"
Alan was taken aback, hesitating for a long time before saying: "Alright, for thesquad leader's sake."
With that, he waved his hand grandly, signaling to the group of reluctantly departing Northern Savage Army soldiers: "Dismiss!"
The Northern Savage Army arrived abruptly and left just as swiftly. After everyone had cleared out, Alan approached Titus, pursing his lips and said: "Brother, if you encounter any trouble in the future, call me. Even overseas, they avoid the Northern Savage Army, I'm very curious to see who in our country dares to provoke us!"
"I've spent ten years in the military, battled through hundreds of fights, which fool would dare to provoke me?" Titus raised an eyebrow, casting a sidelong glance at Oscar.
Alan didn't say anything more. Now that his brothers had seen the situation tonight, and after attending the memorial service held in Jorge's hometown of Blackhills City in a few days, the Northern Savage Army would withdraw.
"Brother, take care." Alan saluted Titus once more.
"Take care." Titus returned the salute.
Watching Alan and the others leave, Titus, with mixed feelings, glanced at Oscar, who had been beaten into a pig's head, and suddenly said: "Oscar, you owe me a life."
Oscar was stunned, somewhat dazed.
"If I hadn't stopped him just now, Alan would have definitely killed you."
Oscar's heart skipped a beat, but he had no courage to retort.
Insulting and threatening the Young Marshal of the Northern Savage Army, even wanting to act as his father...
Indeed, it was a grave sin.
"But rest assured, you are my uncle, I won't spread the word about tonight's disgrace." Titus said seriously.
Oscar twitched his mouth: Thank you for that!
"Spill it." Titus said indifferently. "Was it my father-in-law who sent you?"
"It was my own idea." Oscar hurriedly took the blame, scared.
Betray his godfather? He wouldn't dare even if he was killed.
Seeing Oscar's trembling demeanor, Titus had a good idea but didn't press further.
With such an incident occurring on the wedding night, how could they continue living this way?
Even if this marriage couldn't last long, Titus didn't want to live in constant fear.
After pondering for a moment, Titus firmly stated: "Leila and I are truly in love. Stop trying to break us apart and play the villain, it's useless."
Oscar snorted coldly. Love at first sight? Was it the love for the Hodges family's money?
"Get lost." Titus extinguished his cigarette. "I'm going to the bridal chamber."
With that, he leisurely went upstairs, leaving Oscar and his group hanging downstairs.
After a moment of contemplation, Oscar took out his phone: "Starting tonight, all demolition areas will cease work. The lady has a light sleep, she can't be disturbed."
With that said, he turned to glance at the group of shivering underlings, coldly stating: "Anyone who dares reveal a word about tonight, I'll kill him!"
Being beaten into a pig's head by the Cold-Faced King of Blackhills, if this were to spread, Oscar wouldn't be able to live it down.