Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

In Gattuso's castle on the mountainside, Frost looked at the news coming back from the young master's castle with some doubts.

Except for two foreigners, the rest of the friends Caesar entertained were all Asian.

After carefully investigating their backgrounds, except for the CEO of the emerging game company and the director of the game development department, the others can only be described as ordinary wealthy people.

Frost knew that his nephew liked to play games, and had once sent the family's butler to a mental hospital because of the game console. Maybe he met these people online.

After all, he has indeed spent a lot of time playing games in the past six months. He obviously said that he was no longer interested in games when he sent away the last butler.

It is really the nature of a child to think out what he wants.

Forget it, let him go for now, this is Gattuso's territory anyway.

Since Caesar's mysterious disappearance in the last tsunami, the family has strengthened the protection around the young master. Even if a group of gangsters want to kidnap Caesar, they will be covered by fire the moment their intentions are exposed.

It’s hard to say whether a whole body can be left, but it will be troublesome to clean up anyway.

Putting Caesar's matter aside, if something happens, there will still be Pompeii anyway. Although the old guy is a bit unreliable, he will be more or less happy when it comes to his own son.

What he needs to care about now is how to resolve the conflict with the Laurent family.

Half a year ago, the head of the Laurent family was attacked, disappeared and returned safe and sound. After revealing the conspiracy between his brother and outsiders to kill him, he secretly launched a series of small actions against the Gattuso family.

This is clearly telling everyone that it is the Gattuso family who colluded with George Laurent to murder the head of the Laurent family.

But this is clearly a frame-up!

Although the Gattuso family is powerful, the Secret Party is not their party after all. If they really dare to do something that violates their principles, the group of old monsters headed by Beowulf will not sit idly by.

In particular, Frost never issued an order to take action against the Laurent family, and he also investigated that it was not his subordinates who acted privately. This was clearly a complete frame-up.

However, the head of the Laurent family still believed it was true. No matter what evidence he presented, he turned a blind eye. Seeing that the two families were about to get into a real fight, the Secret Party Elders Council had to come out to mediate.

Only then did the increasingly fierce conflict be suppressed and turned into a small private friction.

In fact, he also asked his unreliable brother, suspecting that the old boy got too excited and decided to stage a drama of assassinating dissidents, but it was obvious that Pompeii was just enjoying himself and being lustful, and would not do such a stupid thing. .

The Laurent family is the leading tycoon in the mining and financial industries of the British Empire. If the other party acts maliciously, it will have a serious impact on the future development of the Gattuso family, so it must be resolved as soon as possible.

The Olympics are coming soon, and they are planning to do something big to make a lot of money. If the Laurent family gets in the way, it will be difficult to gain anything.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the faint roar of a car coming from outside the open window.

Who will this point be?

Frost curiously walked to the window and found a familiar luxury car parked at the gate of the castle. His eldest nephew and Patsy got out of the car with three unfamiliar faces.

If you don't rest there this night, what are you doing taking people back to your clan?

Also, the gray-haired driver looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Just as Frost was trying to figure it out in his mind, Fingel, who was below, casually threw the key to the gatekeeper in front of the castle: "Thank you for your hard work, buddy, please stop the car."

For the sake of the young master, the guard took the key without saying anything.

Because they were the young master's guests, they were spared a series of unnecessary troubles, and everyone easily entered the mountain-mountain castle.

The steward stepped forward to greet him, but Caesar raised his hand to stop him: "Where is the master now?"

Pompeii has been traveling around the world for the past six months, saying that he wants to experience the customs and customs of various parts of the world. When he came back yesterday, he looked like he had been drained. He had only had a day off and he should not go out to find women right away.

And what happened was not beyond his expectation. Pompeii did not go out to look for women. The housekeeper said that the head of the family was painting a portrait of an elegant and intellectual lady in the studio, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

Caesar: "..."

He was wrong. He only gave him the wrong name but not the wrong nickname. How could Stallion be the kind of person who is easily defeated by kidney deficiency.

"What about Frost, where is he?"

Caesar didn't want to see a scene of hesitation, so he decided to control the acting head of the family first.

Before, his army was not strong, but now the time is ripe. It is time to let Gattuso's old monster know what "strong will lead to change"!

Under the guidance of the housekeeper, he went to the study and found Frost who was worried about Gattuso's family.

"Caesar, why are you back?" Frost, who was in a "I'm having a barbecue" posture, raised his head slightly, his eyes first fell on Caesar, and then he took a moment to look at the three people following him.

"Are these your friends?"

Frowning slightly, Frost felt that Caesar had indeed become more and more excessive recently, and did not take his elder in his eyes at all.

This is the study of the head of the Gattuso family. Those who can be invited in are either members of the family or people with status. How can I just bring in irrelevant people.

Look at these three, a plump fat man and two young boys who look about fifteen or sixteen years old. There is no trace of nobility on them.

If it weren't for Caesar, they wouldn't have deserved to enter this castle, let alone this study.

"Yes, I want to consult you on something." Caesar nodded, and Patsy, who was the last to enter, watched the butler leave and closed the door directly.

Seeing this, Frost frowned even deeper. For some reason, he had an ominous premonition: "Caesar, what are you going to do?"

"Don't be nervous. I just need to confirm something. Please cooperate honestly and don't force us to do anything. It will be ugly."

Sitting on the sofa, Caesar waved his hand. Lu Mingfei and Fingel immediately became possessed by drama. They spread their legs and held their hands on their abdomens, making a fierce look.

As for Chu Zihang, he didn't have to do anything but restrain himself to perfectly portray the image of a young assassin who kills without blinking an eye.

"Caesar, do you know what you are doing?" Frost's face darkened. Caesar's move was undoubtedly a challenge to his authority as the acting head of the family.

Although the Gattuso family will be handed over to Caesar in the future, it is still managed by him now and he must be given the necessary respect.

"I know, that's why I ask you to cooperate." Caesar nodded slightly, and then, after more than half a year, he lit up his golden eyes again.

Rushan's majesty and domineering energy emanated from him. He was obviously just a boy of fifteen or sixteen, but at this moment, Frost felt like he was facing a real emperor.

Under tremendous pressure, he ignited his golden eyes in an attempt to compete with him, but his bloodline was not that outstanding after all. The glowing golden color was as insignificant as the bright moon and fireflies in front of Caesar.

Being stared at by those eyes, two emotions were intertwined in Frost's heart. One was the excitement that my Gattuso family would be prosperous in the future, and the other was the unhappiness of having his pride offended by his juniors.

"What's going on today? Do you think that with these three friends from nowhere, you can resist the family?" Frost patted the table with one hand, and quietly tried to press the button with the other hand. Call button located under the desk.

However, before he could touch it, the man with gray hair and a grizzly look said: "There is no need to struggle pointlessly. All the electronic equipment in this room has been taken over by me. Your news cannot be spread." ”

When Frost heard this, he found that the computer screen in front of him suddenly went black, revealing a big smiling husky emoticon.

"It seems that you have already planned it." After taking a breath, he sat up a little straighter and said, "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Frost is not a fighting talent, he only has some talents in the fields of politics and business, so he was appointed as the acting head of the family. If a fight really broke out, he might be pushed to the ground and rubbed by his good nephew.

However, even though he was ready to reveal some insignificant information, as a preparation to let the young master know the true side of the family in advance, he did not expect that Caesar would ask such a explosive question next:

"How did my mother die back then? Who was the dragon behind Gattuso's family? How much do you know about the genetic experiment that gave birth to me and Patsy? Pompeii was among them..."

Caesar had only asked two-thirds of the questions he had just prepared when he saw the confusion and confusion on Old Frost's face getting thicker and thicker, and he immediately realized that this was indeed a fool who had been kept in his bones.

However, in line with the principle of preferring to kill the wrong person, he still continued the interrogation. The answers he got were either ones he already knew, or they were completely false after being verified by himself. Moreover, Frost's questions became more and more complicated as he went on. many!

A "bang" knocked Frost unconscious. Fingel felt refreshed and felt as if he had taken a big gulp of ice. He found a rope and directly tied the tortoise shell on the acting head of the family and stuffed it into the space under the desk. Hide well.

"Let's go to the studio to admire Mr. Master's masterpiece."

Fingel rubbed it and admitted that he was quite interested in the art of body painting.

So the five people walked towards the studio again. As they approached, two attendants stepped forward first and stopped in front of Caesar:

"I'm sorry, young master, the head of the family is currently..."

Bang! Bang!

Lu Mingfei and Fingel stepped forward, took it down in an instant, pushed open a room and threw the person in.

…

In the studio, a handsome man wearing an artist's vest and beret is holding a paintbrush and painting on the half-covered woman who is holding a pipa.

When a brush stained with edible paint sweeps over the delicate skin, the woman will get a little goosebumps, and she can't help but feel gentle ripples.

At this time, the artist Mr. Pompeo would gently flick the model's head to signal her not to interfere with his artistic creation. It would be bad if it affected his enjoyment of the food later.

Just when the two were about to lose control of their tender and sweet feelings, the studio door was knocked, which instantly brought Pompeii back to his senses.

Letting go of the palette in his hand, he turned around and angrily yelled: "Didn't I tell you not to interfere with my creation? If anything happens, you won't go to Frost?!"

As soon as these words came out, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped. Just when Pompeii thought that the other party had realized his intention and got out, there was a sudden sound of metal breaking from the lock of the studio door, and then the door was pushed open.

His eldest son, Caesar Gattuso, led his little secretary, and three new faces... No, it was familiar faces who walked in!

Although there were some changes from the pictures he originally collected, he still recognized Fingel, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang immediately.

The former is a dragon slayer that he focuses on, and the latter two are dangerous people that he marks!

Damn, it’s okay for Fingel, but why are Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang here?

What’s the family’s intelligence network for? They have already marked these two as dangerous people, so how did they sneak into the base camp quietly?

What about that abnormal guy named Xia Di?

Is he here too?

The anger on Pompeii’s face solidified on his face. Looking at Caesar with an expressionless face, he pretended to be a little polite when there were outsiders present:

“Caesar, you come to see me so late, is there something important?”

As he said this, he was very gentlemanly and blocked the woman covered with edible paint behind him to prevent the child from seeing the unbearable scene.

Caesar nodded and asked knowingly: "I want to ask you something, I wonder if it's convenient for you now."

"Um, I'm..." Pompey was about to say something when he saw Caesar raised his hand:

"No need to explain, I understand."

He tilted his head and motioned the model who was experiencing body painting to go out, so as not to disturb the father and son to enhance their relationship.

The model thought that the handsome guys who suddenly broke in were going to turn on the flight mode. Just as she was about to tangle with it, she was asked to leave. She picked up the water robe that fell on the ground and put it on her body in annoyance, covering the spring light that was leaking out.

Just as she passed by Percy and walked towards the door, a hand hit her neck just right, and then Percy helped the model to sleep on the carpet.

"Caesar, what do you mean?" Pompey saw this scene, and his face suddenly sank.

"Okay, no need to pretend here, Frost has explained everything, your true identity has been exposed!"

Caesar twisted his neck and lit up his golden eyes:

"I have wanted to beat you up for a long time, and now I have the best reason.

Tell me, should I call you His Majesty the Dragon King or His Majesty Odin now?"

"What Dragon King and Odin, are you doubting me?" Pompey had a blank expression, as if he didn't understand what Caesar was talking about.

But the doubt in his eyes seemed to explain everything.

Without waiting for Caesar to answer, Fingel couldn't help it.

He took out a statue of an old cowboy and stuck it on the ground, flipped the switch to release the Word Spirit and Discipline imprinted by alchemy:

"There is no need to talk about the code of conduct when dealing with this kind of pure-blooded dragon, let's fight him shoulder to shoulder!"