The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

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Chapter 379

“Come on! Come on!” Malfoy leaned over with his ears lifted up and said contemptuously, “I want to

know who are you old fags.”

His friends reacted in the same frivolous manner. They did not take the adults seriously since they had

been the bullies of the city for a long time. Other than a handful of powerful people who they could not

afford to mess with, they feared no one and had never been taught a lesson.

It was their background that nurtured them into the arrogant and reckless young men they were today.

Sven fumed when he heard Malfoy call him an old fag. He said coldly, “I am Sven Ronstine!”

Sven Ronstine was the governor of the East River State. He possessed power and authority that only a

few in the country could rival. It was not an exaggeration to say that he could control and manipulate

many things to his liking.

Under normal circumstances, someone as powerful as him was no stranger to headlines and news,

and his name should be known by all the citizens of the East River State.

However, Malfoy and his friends never bothered to read the news or watch TV. They only cared about

famous celebrities, beautiful models, and influencers, plus all kinds of branded items. They would never

spare their attention to learning names of the government officials.

Malfoy did not recognize Sven, but it did ring a bell in his head. He dug his ear and continued to

provoke the man, “Sven? Seven? It does ring a bell. Have you guys heard of this man?”

“Nope.”

“Who is Sven Ronstine? Is there a family named the Ronstines in the East River State?”

“I never heard of him before. He shouldn’t be someone important.”

“I never heard of his name in the underworld as well.”

The rich and ignorant young men continued to tease and ridicule Sven frivolously.

After listening to his friend’s answers, he looked at Sven’s gloomy face and teased, “Old fag, your

name isn’t well–known enough!”

Old fag?!

Sven was mad!

“Malfoy Aston!” Dustin could not bear watching the horrendous scene anymore. He shouted, “Don’t you

dare challenge their reputation with your ignorance! Sven Ronstine is the governor of the East River

State!”

The g–governor of the East River State?

Malfoy was slightly stunned. He was prepared to continue his mockery, but then a sudden epiphany hit

him. No wonder the name rang a bell in his head. He was the governor that his family always talked

about, the most powerful person in the political field in the East River State!

Alas, he just called the governor an old fag…

Malfoy’s legs turned weak and almost lost his balance.

His friends were similarly terrified.

“Kane English, deputy–military governor of the East River State.”

“Obadiah Horn, minister from the ground office administration of the East River State.”

“Sieg Hobsky, minister from the Strategic and Development Department of East River State.”

The other government officials announced their names and identities, similar to what Malfoy and his

friends did earlier. They were veterans in the political field. There was no arrogance or delight when

they revealed their identities, and they spoke softly.

However, their anger at Malfoy was obvious based on their tones and reactions. It was like a large

volcano on the brink of eruption.

Malfoy and his friends were mortified when they heard the names and positions and became aware of

the anger contained in their voices. Stunned, they were at a loss for action. Their legs turned weak.

They held against the table and wall to prevent themselves from falling to the floor.

Fwoosh!

Then, another group of people entered the hotel.

The leader was a slim but professional–looking man with sharp facial features. He strutted strongly and

firmly as he entered. One could see at first glance that he was a powerful person, both physically and

in terms of influence.

The man was Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.

“Kid, are you here to ruin my meeting?” Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I

am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.”

With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another.

“Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern

Warzone.”

“Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern

Warzone.”

“Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the

Southern Warzone.”

“Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the

Southern

Warzone.”

“Amadeus Soran, the strategic commander of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

Every single one of them was a well–known military figure in the Southern Warzone, capable of

causing a typhoon with a lift of their fingers. They were so powerful that one word from them could

determine one’s life and death.

After they introduced themselves, Dax then introduced Andrius sitting on the main seat of the table.

“This man here is the Wolf King.”

What?!

The W–Wolf King?

Andrius was the Wolf King who commanded a million Lycantroops?

Kapow!