Great Marshal: Marrying the Bridesmaid

Zeke furrowed his brows. “What is it? Who are they?”

“They're from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau,” Lacey said.

“Today is the day for a weekly routine spot check. I didn't expect them to inspect the steel mill. There’s just been a fight here. This place is a mess. I don't know if it can pass the review.”

“Don't worry, I'm here. It'll be fine,” Zeke comforted.

If he wanted to, he could easily make the capital of Oakheart City his own. A few rotten fish and shrimps from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau did not bother him at all.

With no comment, Lacey pouted as she personally welcomed the other party.

As Zeke had nothing to do, he went into the bathroom and smoked.

Halfway through his cigarette, he bumped into a man in a suit.

Zeke recognized him as the leader of the Industrial and Commercial team.

The other party was trying hard at the urinal for a long time but couldn't seem to squeeze out a drop of urine.

His face flushed from suffocation. He was sweating profusely and groaning in discomfort.

Zeke couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

You're suffering from kidney stones, Zeke thought to himself. At this rate, he'll die from a burst bladder.

Not wanting any casualties in the steel mill, he chose a few long silver needles from the Ammo Needle and walked toward the man.

“Don't move,” Zeke said. “I'll help you crush the stones.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” The man in a suit panicked. “What are you doing? Stop it...”

Even famous doctors from around the world couldn't get rid of his kidney stones. It would be an international joke if this man could cure it with just a few silver needles.

However, Zeke had already taken action before he could finish his sentence.

The silver needles were inserted from his lower back into his bladder.

The man cursed, “What the f**k,” but suddenly stopped.

Almost immediately, the sound of rushing water and a comfortable hush sound were heard.

The man clearly noticed countless small, fractured stones being excreted along with the urine.

He was so exhilarated that his eyes brimmed with tears.

The problem that had been troubling and causing him pain for five years had finally been solved.

What a miracle!

a living

shake Zeke's hand, not realizing that he had peed

berated, “Go wash

smile, taking out a name card. “Nice to meet you, Divine Doctor. Please accept my name

of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. If

the wolf's

“You were Blackie's underling?”

constricted,

man to have the nerve to call him

I... I was Black Wolf's subordinate,”

around and left without accepting his

What?

Thud!

help but fall on

led thousands of troops to make a clean sweep of the borders

He's a living god!

a patron saint while

who was looking sad

just now. The steel mill will definitely have to close

patted her shoulder gently. “Relax.

Lacey sighed. “I've been dealing with them for over five years.

came out

to his subordinates, who then hurriedly

to them,

“Why did they leave?

from top to bottom. “Aren't you going

“Explain what?” Zeke asked.

acquired every steel mill in the city, cutting Emily off supplies and that she would beg

Also,

“Easy,” Zeke said casually.

prevented them from supplying to Emily. As for the Schneider family, it's just a little something that I've set up at Oakheart City. The Schneider family's property is all mine. And the people from the Industrial and Commerce Bureau? They're not even a speck of dust in my

was mentally exhausted. “Can you do something

Zeke was dumbstruck.

happened to

...

office with a stomach

outs of what exactly happened, Jackson

know that? How could you

fact, what happened today had all

had sent Emily to Lacey's steel mill

Lacey would beg him in return, and then he could threaten her

Emily to play this

all, it wasn't her fault that the plan fell through. She could only blame the person who had secretly acquired every steel mill in the city and stopped supplying to the Hamilton

she didn't dare to express her inner thoughts. “Jackson, I think it's more appropriate that you take care

that piece of shit,” Jackson snorted. “It's not my turn to strike