Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 460 Frost has explained everything

In Gattuso's castle halfway up the mountain, Frost looked at the news coming back from the young master's castle and felt a little confused.

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

After a careful investigation of 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 he had even sent the family’s housekeeper to a mental hospital because of the game console issue. Perhaps he had met these people online.

After all, he did spend a lot of time on games in the past six months. When he sent away the previous butler, he clearly said that he was no longer interested in games.

He is really a child, he does whatever he wants.

Forget it, just leave him alone for now. This is Gattuso's territory anyway.

Ever since Caesar mysteriously disappeared in the last tsunami, the family has strengthened the protection around the young master. Even if a group of bandits want to kidnap Caesar now, they will be covered by fire the moment their intention is exposed.

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

Let’s put Caesar’s matter aside. If something really happens, we still have Pompey. Even though the old guy is a bit unreliable, he will still pay some attention when it comes to his own son.

What he should be concerned about now is how to resolve the conflict with the Laurent family.

Half a year ago, the head of the Laurent family was attacked and disappeared, but returned safely. He exposed his brother's conspiracy with outsiders to murder him, and secretly launched a series of small actions against the Gattuso family.

This clearly tells everyone that it was the Gattuso family that colluded with Georges Laurent and attempted to murder the head of the Laurent family.

But this is clearly a false accusation!

Although the Gattuso family is powerful, the Secret Party is not their one-man show after all. If they really dare to do something against their principles, the old monsters headed by Beowulf will not sit idly by.

Especially since Frost had never issued an order to attack the head of the Laurent family, and had investigated and found that it was not his subordinates who acted privately. This was clearly a complete frame-up.

But the head of the Laurent family still believed it and turned a blind eye to any evidence the Laurent family produced. Seeing that the two families were about to get into a real fight, the Elders' Council of the Secret Party had to come out to mediate.

This suppressed the escalating conflict and turned it into a minor friction behind the scenes.

He actually asked his unreliable brother about this, suspecting that the old man was too high and decided to assassinate his dissident, but it was obvious that Pompey was just greedy for pleasure and lustful, and would not do such a foolish thing.

The Laurent family is the leader of the mining and financial industries in 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 up soon, and they are planning to do something big to make a fortune. If the Laurent family interferes, it will be difficult for them 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 walked to the window curiously and found a familiar luxury car parked at the castle gate. His eldest nephew and Percy got out of the car with three unfamiliar faces.

Why don't you rest there so late at night and bring people back to the tribe?
Also, that gray-haired driver looks familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere.

Just as Frost was trying to put the name to the seat in his mind, Finkel below casually threw the key to the guard in front of the castle: "Thank you for your hard work, buddy, please stop the car for a moment."

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

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

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

Pompeii has been traveling around the world for the past six months, saying that he wanted to experience the customs and cultures of different parts of the world. When he came back yesterday, he looked drained. He shouldn't go out to look for women right after just one day's rest.

As expected, Pompeii did not go out to find women. The housekeeper said that the master was painting a portrait of an elegant and intellectual lady in the studio and would not allow others to disturb him.

Caesar:"……"

He was wrong. There was only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname. How could a stud be the kind of person who was easily defeated by kidney deficiency?

"What about Frost, where is he?"

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

His troops were not strong enough before, but now the time is ripe. It is time to let Gattuso's old monster know what "change comes when strength comes" means!
Under the guidance of the butler, he came to the study and found Frost who was worried about Gattuso's family.

"Caesar, why are you back?" Frost, who was posing as if he was having a barbecue, raised his head slightly. His eyes first fell on Caesar, and then he took a quick look at the three people who followed closely behind him.

"Are these your friends?"

Frost frowned slightly, feeling that Caesar had indeed been going too far recently and did not take him, his elder, seriously at all.

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

Look at these three, a chubby man and two little boys who appear to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. There is not a trace of nobility in them.

If it weren't for Caesar, they wouldn't have been worthy of entering this castle, let alone this study.

"Yes, I want to consult you about something." Caesar nodded. Percy, who came in last, watched the butler leave and closed the door directly.

Seeing this, Frost frowned even deeper. For some reason, he had a bad feeling: "Caesar, what are you going to do?"

"Don't be nervous. There's just something we need to confirm. Please cooperate honestly and don't force us to do it. It will be ugly."

Sitting on the sofa, Caesar waved his hand, and Lu Mingfei and Finkel immediately started acting, spreading their legs, clasping their hands on their abdomens, and looking ferocious.

As for Chu Zihang, he didn't have to do anything. He just needed to restrain himself and he could perfectly portray the image of a young assassin who killed people without blinking an eye.

"Caesar, do you know what you are doing?" Frost's face darkened. Caesar's action 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, he is still in charge of the family now, and he must be given the necessary respect. "I know, so I ask you to cooperate well." Caesar nodded slightly, and then after more than half a year, he lit up his golden eyes again.

Majesty and domineering power like a mountain emanated from him. Although he was only a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, Frost felt as if he was facing a real emperor.

Under tremendous pressure, he lit up his golden eyes in an attempt to fight back. However, his bloodline was not that good after all. The lighted golden eyes were like the bright moon and fireflies in front of Caesar, insignificant.

Being stared at by that pair of eyes, Frost felt two mixed emotions in his heart. One was the excitement that Gattuso's family would surely prosper in the future, and the other was the unhappiness that his self-esteem was offended by a junior.

"What's going on with you today? Do you think that with these three random friends you can rebel against the family?" Frost patted the table with one hand, and with his other hand he tried to quietly press the call button under the table.

However, before he could touch it, he heard the gray-haired man who looked even more like a grizzly bear say, "Don't struggle in vain. All the electronic equipment in this room has been taken over by me. Your message cannot be transmitted."

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

"It seems like you have planned this in advance." He swallowed and sat up straighter: "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Frost is not a combat talent and only has some talents in politics and business, so he was appointed as the acting head of the family. If a real fight breaks out, he might be pinned to the ground by his own nephew.

However, even though he had prepared to reveal some insignificant information as a preparation for letting the young master know the true side of the family in advance, he never expected that Caesar would ask such a powerful question next:

"How did my mother die? Who is the dragon behind the Gattuso family? How much do you know about the genetic experiment that led to the birth of Percy and me? Pompeii was involved..."

Caesar had only thrown out two-thirds of the questions he had prepared when he saw the confusion and bewilderment on Frost's old face growing more and more intense, and he immediately realized that he was indeed a fool to his core.

But in line with the principle of rather killing the wrong person than letting the guilty go, he continued the interrogation. The answers he got were either what he already knew or were completely false after he verified them. Moreover, the more questions Frost had, the more they continued!

Frost was knocked unconscious with a "bang", and Finkel felt refreshed as if he had taken a big gulp of ice. He found a rope and tied up the acting head of the family with a tortoise shell tie, then hid him in the space under the desk.

"Let's go to the studio and admire the master's masterpiece."

Finkel rubbed it and to be honest, he was quite interested in the art of body painting.

So the five of them walked towards the studio again. As they approached, two servants stepped forward and blocked Caesar's way:
"I'm sorry, young master. The master is now..."

boom!boom!
Lu Mingfei and Finkel rushed forward, took him down in an instant, and threw the man into a random room.

……

In the studio, a handsome man wearing an artist's vest and beret is holding a paintbrush and painting a woman with a pipa in her arms, her face half covered.

When the brush dipped in edible paint was swept across the delicate skin, the woman would get tiny goose bumps and couldn't help but feel slight ripples in her heart.

Every time this happened, the artist Mr. Pompey would gently tap the model's head, signaling her not to interfere with his artistic creation, as it would affect his enjoyment of the food later.

Just when the two were about to get out of control with their tender affection, there was a knock on the studio door, which instantly brought Pompeii back to his senses.

Letting go of the palette in his hand, he turned around and shouted angrily, "Didn't I tell you not to interfere with my creation? If you have any problems, why don't you go find Frost?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the knocking on the door stopped immediately. Just when Pompey thought that the other party had tactfully left, there was a sudden crisp sound of metal breaking from the studio door lock, and then the door was pushed open.

His eldest son Caesar Gattuso walked in with his little secretary and three strangers... no, familiar faces!

Although there were some changes from the pictures he collected at the beginning, he still recognized Finkel, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang at the first time.

The former is a dragon slayer who he focuses on, and the latter two are dangerous people who he marks as dangerous!
What the hell, it’s okay if it’s just Finkel, but why are Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang here too?
What is the purpose of the family’s intelligence network? These two people have been clearly marked as dangerous individuals, so how did they manage to sneak into the base camp without making any noise?

What about that abnormally strong guy named Xia Di?
Are you here too?

The anger on Pompey's face froze. He looked at Caesar, who had no expression on his face, and pretended to be friendly, saying, "I'll give you some face because there are outsiders present."

"Caesar, why are you here to see me so late at night? Is there something urgent?"

As he spoke, he very gentlemanly moved the woman covered in edible paint behind him to prevent the children from seeing such an unsightly scene.

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

"Um, I am now..." Pompey was about to say something when he saw Caesar raise his hand:
"No need to explain, I understand."

He tilted his head and motioned the model who was experiencing body painting to go out and not disturb the relationship between father and son.

A few handsome young men suddenly broke in, and the model thought they were going to turn on flight mode. Just as she was about to hesitate for a moment, she was asked to leave. She angrily picked up the water robe that had fallen on the ground and put it on herself to cover up her leaked spring light.

Just as she passed by Patsy on her way to the door, a hand tapped her on the back of the neck, and then Patsy helped the model to sleep on the carpet.

"Caesar, what do you mean?" Pompey's face suddenly darkened when he saw this scene.

"Okay, stop pretending here. Frost has already confessed everything. Your true identity has been exposed!"

Caesar twisted his neck and lit up his golden eyes that shone like the blazing sun:

"I've been wanting 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?"

"What Dragon King and Odin? Are you doubting me?" Pompey had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't understand what Caesar was saying.

But the suspicion in his eyes seemed to explain everything.

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

He took out a statue of an old cowboy and slammed it into the ground, flipping a switch to release the words and rules imprinted in it by alchemy:
"There's no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with a pure-blooded dragon like this. Let's fight him shoulder to shoulder!"

(End of this chapter)