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Chapter 414 Chu Tianjiao and Chu Zihang meet as father and son
"Caesar, my son."

"It was you who broke Frost's heart with your own hands."

Pompey's voice in the communicator was low and sad, like an opera singer's wailing aria.

In the body bag, Frost was covered in blood with his eyes closed.

His heartbeat became weaker and more chaotic.

Finally, in the wind that hid thousands of sickle-tailed weasels, Frost's heartbeat came to an abrupt halt.

The heavy rain continued to pour down without stopping. The big raindrops hit Caesar's face heavily and slid down his cheeks drop by drop.

The expression on his face fell into an extremely dazed state, and even his golden pupils dimmed involuntarily.

The man named King Caesar was now as fragile as a baby in swaddling clothes.

Pain, powerlessness, weakness, and the sadness that was flowing upstream completely drowned his soul.

Looking at Caesar's expression, there was no fluctuation on Chu Zihang's face.

He just clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand, walked in front of Caesar, and faced Chen Jun and Percy in the distance.

"Stop pretending, Odin."

Chu Zihang stood with his sword in hand, his tone icy.

"You're not giving Frost a chance to live."

In the fight between Chu Zihang and Chen Jun just now, Chen Jun had no intention of fighting back from beginning to end. He just dodged left and right with the two body bags, and even deliberately used the bags as shields to block the attacks of Chu Zihang and Caesar.

That's why the bullet hit the body bag containing Frost.

The battle-hardened Chu Zihang has realized that Percy and his companions have no intention of killing him and Caesar, but instead seem to be planning to capture them alive.

"Are you planning to use us as hostages to threaten Zhou Xuan?" Chu Zihang's heart sank.

The hand that was not holding the knife calmly stroked the pocket of his combat belt, where a philosopher's stone lay quietly.

I would rather die than be captured.

A strong murderous intent surged in Chu Zihang's heart.

A cold light radiated from his golden eyes, tearing through the dark and stormy night!
"What a scary look." Chen Jun, who was standing next to Percy, smiled and shook his head. "But, you young people are still too violent after all."

Having said that, he picked up another body bag in his hand and a malicious smile appeared on his face.

"The bag on the ground contained Caesar's uncle Frost, who then shot him and blew him up, leading to a tragedy of fratricide."

"Chu Zihang, have you ever thought about who is in this bag?"

"Have you ever considered that the person in this bag might be your blood relative?"

As he spoke, Chen Jun slowly unzipped the body bag.

"Guess, could the person in this bag be your mother...Su Xiaoyan?"

Hearing the three words "Su Xiaoyan", Chu Zihang's hand holding the knife trembled slightly uncontrollably.

For a swordsman, once the hand holding the sword trembles, it means that he is in a state of panic.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, stop showing off your bad taste." Pompey's voice of laughter and scolding rang out from the communicator, "Frost has been played to death by you... No, he was shot dead by Caesar."

"Don't let anything go wrong with the gift you have now."

"I asked you and Percy to go so that I could invite Caesar and Chu Zihang to come and talk to me, not to ask you to go and fight and kill."

At this point, Pompey's tone revealed an unprecedented sincerity.

"Caesar, and Chu Zihang, whether you believe it or not, I really just want you to meet me and stay away from this place."

"The people in those two bags were my sincere tributes. Unfortunately, Frost met with misfortune. Alas..."

As Pompey sighed, Chen Jun completely opened the body bag in his hand, and the face of the person in the bag appeared in Chu Zihang's eyes. It was a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face and unkempt hair.

The man had handsome features and pale skin, as if he had not been exposed to sunlight for many years.

Looking at the man's face, Chu Zihang's pupils couldn't help but shrink and tremble, and his usually cold expression became extremely complicated.

Surprise, fear, anger, confusion...all kinds of emotions changed wildly on his face.

All this was because of the middle-aged man with his eyes closed in the bag.

Chu Zihang has been searching for his blood relatives for more than ten years.

His biological father, Chu Tianjiao.

"Chu Zihang, now you should believe in my sincerity a little bit, right?" Pompey's laughter sounded again in the communicator.

"I didn't kill your father after you escaped that year."

"In other words, I never intended to kill you and your son from the beginning. Otherwise, you would not have had the chance to escape from my Nibelung."

"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a jade."

"Your father took something he shouldn't have, and I just need to get it back."

"Okay, Percy, Chen-kun, stop wasting time."

Before he finished speaking, Parsi, holding the Kungunir, took the body bag from Chen Jun.

He slowly approached Chu Zihang's Caesar and said, "You two, please follow me to meet the head of the family."

A flash of lightning flashed across the gloomy and gray sky, tearing through the dark night and illuminating Chu Zihang's bewildered face.

Percy, carrying his father Chu Tianjiao, was walking towards Chu Zihang step by step, but Chu Zihang felt that the distance between him and his father was getting farther and farther.

The thought of preferring death to being captured was trembling wildly in his mind.

The reason why Chu Zihang entered Kassel Academy, the reason why he embarked on the path of a mixed-blood, and the reason why he was willing to shorten his life to learn blood violence, all started on the No. 000 viaduct where the rain was pouring down.

On that road, Chu Zihang lost his father Chu Tianjiao.

From then on, he spent his whole life running in the heavy rain, chasing the figure of Chu Tianjiao swinging his sword towards God.

But, now.

Although his father Chu Tianjiao had clearly appeared before him, Chu Zihang's steps were stuck in an unprecedented mud.

It is still raining in Hongjing.

The heavy rain on the overpass seemed to have traveled through time and space and fell on Chu Zihang again.

There is no progress bar for human growth; it does not increase gradually over time.

People often have an illusion that time is passing and they are growing up, but this is ultimately just a mirage created by the years.

The illusion that you have grown up will eventually collapse in an instant under the heavy blow of fate.

In front of the two black body bags, Caesar and Chu Zihang seemed to turn back into children in an instant.

That weak and helpless child, at the mercy of fate.

At this moment, a crisp buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky.

It's like something broke.

Several people present subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The sky... is broken.

(End of this chapter)