The Adventures of My All-Rounder Wife

The commander seats were in the front row. Although there was some distance between the seats of the two adjacent individuals, it didn't hinder their ability to communicate.

"Teams One and Two are in the lounge now, right? Do you think they'll start fighting in there?"

Someone joked half-seriously.

It would be more surprising if they *didn't* fight. Them not fighting would be the unusual thing.

"Logistics specifically arranged for their lounges to be very far apart. They probably won't meet each other. But once they're on stage, who knows what might happen..."

"Old grudges, new grievances... unresolved animosity. It's best we stay ready for anything," Team Three said with a worried tone, reminding everyone.

Team Four suddenly inquired with curiosity, "Hey, Team Three, who did you vote for yesterday?"

"Huh?" Team Three pretended not to hear clearly.

Isn't this supposed to be an anonymous vote? Why ask such questions?

"You didn't... vote for Team Two, did you? Anyone with eyes can tell who's going to be the next leader. Supporting Team Two now is like joining a company the day before it goes under. Team One will absolutely deal with you first when they take the top spot!"

Team Three: ...

"Mind your own vote! It's definitely not for you!" Team Three retorted venomously.

Team Four: ... deeply hurt.

Team Four's Gao Ta then turned his gaze to the ceremonial stage, his eyes behind the mask flickering sharply, yet brimming with excitement.

A fight is good. The bigger the fight, the better!

——

At precisely nine o'clock.

Yun Zhijuan appeared on stage with dark circles under his eyes, looking fatigued and uninspired.

At the start of the ceremony, he began with a speech and introduction—all the usual procedural stuff.

After the introductions, it was time for the crucial public vote tally.

Yun Zhijuan brought up the large screen, where the results of the votes for Team One's God of Death and Team Two's Demon were anonymously displayed.

Team One: 5 votes.

Team Two: 2 votes.

After reading those numbers aloud, Yun Zhijuan couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. He hadn't expected someone like Mian Xiaobao—independent, arrogant, and flamboyant—to manage to secure the support of two commanders. Quite unexpected.

In his pessimistic projections, Lu Mian might have ended up with a big fat zero.

Team Three was even more shocked. Besides his own vote?

Who was the other voter?

Team Two managed to cozy up to him, but now they'd snagged someone else too?

With the commanders' votes announced, the next step was the live voting by a thousand elite members present.

Beside each seat was a voting device, and the vote could be initiated on the spot.

After Yun Zhijuan announced the start, he looked up at the screen. As the gap between the votes widened, the final outcome became increasingly clear.

The commander of Team One had won over Team Two with an overwhelming advantage.

"Thus, the new leader is—" Yun Zhijuan took a deep breath before ceremoniously announcing, "The commander of Team One."

The audience erupted into enthusiastic applause. This outcome had met everyone's expectations, leaving them all satisfied.

Team Three: So, I ended up as cannon fodder...

Team One, I just hope you won't come after me. When I voted, I was just trying not to make things too awkward for Team Two...

Yun Zhijuan continued with another announcement, "Given Team Two's commander's exceptional performance in numerous super-S-class missions, IEG has specially arranged the position of deputy leader for her. I hope Team One and Team Two—that is, the new leader and the deputy leader—can join forces and support each other!"

Yun Zhijuan had racked his brains to come up with such a compromise.

He had created this new position for Mian Xiaobao; surely, she wouldn't be too furious now...

Many in the audience were puzzled. There had never been a deputy leader before, so why establish one suddenly?

The implications here were truly intriguing.

As expected, the strongest backstage support was still for Team Two's commander!

Yun Zhijuan didn't care what the audience thought. As the ceremony progressed, his heart began to race. Toward the end, even breathing felt difficult. His mouth was dry, and in a weak, lifeless tone, he announced, "Would the commanders of Team One and Team Two please come on stage for the handover ceremony."

Assistant Bai Xing, seated below the stage, immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and whispered, "All units, attention. All units, attention. The two commanders are coming on stage."

Team Three jolted upright, craning his neck eagerly in anticipation.

The other commanders were filled with curiosity.

"We've had several group meetings, but we've never seen Team Two. This time we finally get to see them in person!"

"Right? I've been so curious as well!"

As for Team Four, the flickering light in those obscured eyes only grew more excited.

——

The music began.

Amidst the anticipation of everyone present, Team One and Team Two emerged from opposite sides of the stage.

True to their thorough preparations, the logistics team had physically separated them by a wide distance.

But, destined encounters cannot be avoided.

This was the first face-to-face meeting between Team One and Team Two.

The two figures strode purposefully onto the stage, meeting in the center.

The entire audience could feel it—the imposing presences of these two masked figures in their dark cloaks. Their formidable aura was palpable, carrying a chill that reached even ten meters away.

One exuded sharp dominance, the other a wild, arrogant defiance.

The tension between them in those brief steps was already silently escalating.

The audience instinctively leaned back, fearing they might get splattered by blood.

Yun Zhijuan stood to the side, small, helpless, and pitiful, as he made way for the two commanders.

He was immensely grateful for the organization's mandatory mask-wearing policy. At least this way, no one could see his miserable expression.

At the center of the ceremonial stage.

The two leaders stood silently, maintaining a three-meter distance between them.

Facing each other.

Their eyes locked.

Time suddenly froze.

Their gazes met midair, and Xiao Qimo felt as if struck by lightning, a jolt surging through him.

Those eyes...

Those eyes...

In that instant, an inexplicable sweat broke out on him.

Though the weather was warm, he felt a chill.

He thought he must have gone mad.

In that moment of eye contact, he was startled by how much the person before him reminded him of his wife.

Lu Mian.

That name exploded in his mind, shattering the stern, composed aura he carried.

He must be utterly insane.

On the other hand, Lu Mian's deep, dark eyes carried a faint trace of confusion.

She had already planned her strategy—if Team One refused a duel, she would simply force a confrontation to compel him to make a move.

But now, the look in the person's eyes gave her a shocking jolt that reached the depths of her soul.

That gaze... felt eerily familiar.

The two figures on stage seemed to have been frozen in time, locked in a silent and motionless stare.

No one knew what was going through their minds.

All they knew was that the atmosphere had become unbearably strange.

Eerie and suffocating.

At this rate, within a minute, a fight was inevitable.

Xiao Qimo hadn't known what it felt like to experience "a single glance lasting an eternity."

He did now.

For instance, at this moment, time felt as though it had stretched into eternity.

So long, in fact, that he had unconsciously counted every single lash on the opposing commander's eyes.

It wasn't an illusion.

Nor madness.

He adjusted his posture slightly, concealing all his emotions behind his mask.

The man's lips moved with difficulty as he uttered the first sentence in a distant voice.

"Wucheng?"

He saw the pupils of the Team Two commander contract sharply.

Soon after, a similarly formatted question floated toward him.

"Las Vegas?"