HLM -Chapter 1439 A Wedding for the Whole Town

With the farewell bachelor party over, Wang Bo and the others began preparing for the groom to step onto the red carpet.

On the morning of October 2nd, the entire town rose early of its own accord to clean up their homes. The sanitation crew had started work at midnight, sweeping and scrubbing so thoroughly that it was as if they meant to mop the highways clean. Sunset Town emerged looking brand new.

Tourists filled the streets, and news vans from various media outlets crisscrossed the roads, making the townspeople recall the spectacle from a few months earlier when the town had hosted a boxing match.

Of course, compared to that event, there were far fewer news vehicles this time—but for a wedding, it was more than enough.

Most of the guests had arrived in advance, but some came on the day itself. Those arriving that day were either nearby landowners—such as Motak and Moses—or special VIPs like Mr. and Mrs. Alexander and Middle Eastern princes.

These people valued time above all else. Most arrived by private plane or helicopter. By mid-morning, private jets and helicopters were taking off and landing one after another. As for Mercedes, BMWs, and Porsches, they were everywhere, and even luxury cars like Bentleys and Maybachs were a common sight.

Since Wang Bo himself would be attending the wedding, he arranged for Na Qingyang, Conley, Uncle Bing, and Atulu to lead teams responsible for receiving these distinguished guests.

At ten o’clock in the morning, the sun shone brilliantly in a cloudless sky.

Standing at the church entrance, Wang Bo looked up. A few snow-white clouds hung in the air, drifting gently like spotless tufts of cotton. The sky was a clear, deep blue, and golden sunlight poured unobstructed onto the land, bathing everything in radiant brightness.

“What a perfect day,” Charlie said with a smile behind him.

Bowen adjusted his bow tie and grumbled, “Look at me—damn it. I don’t think a bow tie suits me. It lacks wildness. Makes me look lame as hell.”

“Then how about putting a bosal on you?” Hani asked.

Juan and the others burst out laughing. Zhong Dabao asked in confusion, “What are these guys laughing about?”

Zhang Rui explained, “That deputy mayor used to be an American cowboy. He thinks wearing a bow tie isn’t wild enough, so Mr. Hani suggested switching it for a bosal.”

“What’s a bosal?” Zhong Dabao had never seen a horse. Realizing how ignorant the question sounded, he added awkwardly, “Sorry, I’ve never heard of it.”

“You know a cow’s bit, right? Same idea,” Zhang Rui replied casually. Before coming to Sunset Town and riding horses himself, he hadn’t known what a bosal was either.

That, Zhong Dabao did understand. He imagined Bowen wearing a cow’s bit and immediately started laughing. “Hahahahaha!”

Everyone else had already stopped laughing, and now he suddenly burst out again, leaving them utterly baffled.

Wang Bo said calmly, “His neural reflex arc is a bit long.”

The others nodded in understanding, their expressions suddenly enlightened.

Surrounding them were wedding guests—many newlyweds and even more attendees. On Wang Bo’s side alone there were five to six hundred people; altogether, more than a thousand had gathered. The crowd packed tightly around the small church until there wasn’t even room for water to seep through.

Everyone was watching them. Wang Bo didn’t care, but the others felt a little nervous. Their constant joking was simply a way to ease the pressure.

When the time came, the brides got into their cars. Eight black stretch Lincolns lined up in a long convoy and slowly headed toward the church.

At the front, four police motorcycles led the way.

Sweet Boy personally headed the escort. Four carefully selected, handsome police officers rode in front, New Zealand flags fluttering from their motorcycles. Along the roadside, wedding security staff were stationed at intervals to maintain order.

Many townspeople and tourists gathered to watch the wedding, while news vans followed the convoy, recording the event nonstop.

When the convoy reached the church, attendants stepped forward to open the doors. The eight brides emerged, each linking arms with their parents.

Eva had no parents. She held her younger sister’s hand. Ever since arriving in New Zealand, the two sisters had depended on each other for everything. This time, it would be Dale who would hand her sister over to Wang Bo.

The scene was a bit amusing, but for the sisters, it was the most fitting choice.

Holding her sister’s hand, Dale walked Eva up to Wang Bo. Sunlight spilled over Eva’s wedding dress, making it look even whiter than snow.

The gown was inlaid with exquisite freshwater coral stones that emitted a soft, gentle shimmer. Because the corals had been finely polished and set in small pieces, they didn’t overpower the dress or steal its elegance.

Wang Bo bent down and looked straight at Dale, smiling. “Are you my bride?”

Dale had clearly cried on the way. Her big eyes were red. She shot Wang Bo a dissatisfied look and said in a sobbing voice, “If I marry you, then you have to give my sister back to me.”

Wang Bo helped straighten her little braids and said gently, “I’ve never taken your sister away. Look—she’s been by your side all this time, hasn’t she? And I’ve always been by your side too. We’ll always be together.”

Dale shook her head. “It’s not the same. Once you get married, it won’t be the same anymore.”

“We got married a long time ago. Today is just a formality,” Wang Bo whispered, then winked at her. “It’s been over a year already. Look—we’ve been very happy together, haven’t we?”

Pouting, Dale placed her sister’s hand into his and said, “Then you have to treat my sister even better in the future.”

“Is that the only request?” he asked.

She thought for a moment. “Then treat me better too. Don’t make me eat eggs in the morning anymore—I don’t like them.”

The surrounding guests burst into laughter. Dale made a funny face at them, then reluctantly waved goodbye to Eva and lifted her small veil as she walked aside.

Wang Bo held Eva’s hand. She smiled softly—enough to melt his heart.

The remaining seven brides were then handed over to their grooms one by one. Parents offered their blessings, and the couples lined up and entered the church together.

From the outside, the church looked small, but it could actually hold quite a large number of people. When it had been built, Sunset Town already had more than 2,500 Christians.

To accommodate everyone, Wang Bo had specifically asked the designer to adopt a compact style. The church didn’t look big, but its capacity was impressive.

Everyone filed inside. Father Rooney stood beneath the cross at the front, a Bible in his hands. His expression was solemn, his gaze gentle.

The couples lined up before him. A smile appeared on his face. “Faithful believers, please be seated. Let us, together with God, witness the beginning of these sacred marriages. Let us join the angels in blessing them. Next, I will ask each groom a question…”

Behind him and slightly to the side, someone began to play the piano. A smooth, flowing rendition of The Wedding March filled the church through the speakers.

Wang Bo looked at Eva and said softly, “In just a moment, God will allow you to become my wife.”

Eva blinked, the corner of her lips lifting into a light smile. “I can hardly wait.”