From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 380 A Promise Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold (Part 1)

A few minutes later, a black Mercedes pulled up on the side of the street.

The car door opened, and an elderly gentleman with gray hair, wearing a striped suit with gold trim, a top hat, and holding a cane stepped out.

The moment they saw the old man, Damon and the others rushed over and bowed respectfully: "Sir Albert, we never expected that the family would send you to assist us. We are very sorry to have troubled you to make this trip."

Albert Gattuso, Frost and Pompeii's uncle by lineage, was one of the de facto rulers within the family.

Among the hybrids of the previous generation, he was quite famous, with a glorious record of single-handedly killing a newly awakened third-generation hybrid.

The fact that the acting head of the family, Frost, has brought out this old relic shows just how important the capture of Caesar is.

“No need for so much formality. I’m also shocked and disappointed by what happened to the family. The most important thing right now is to catch the murderer as soon as possible.” Albert nodded and smiled, taking off his hat. His face was etched with the lines of time, but his deep blue eyes held wisdom and charm. “You’re in charge here. What to do next is up to you, Damon.”

"Yes, Sir Albert."

Damon said respectfully, "Then, please use your Word of Power to search for any suspected targets within the area."

"it is good."

Albert, with his impeccable manner and without the slightest airs, smiled kindly and said, "I'm getting old, please give me some time."

Bloodline Jieluo is extremely low in danger and has no offensive capabilities; it is considered a support-type Word of Power.

This spell can enhance the caster's sensitivity to bloodline perception and attempt to resonate with surrounding dragons and hybrids using their own bloodline, thereby locating the other party's position. The stronger the bloodline of an individual, the easier it is for them to be discovered by the 'Bloodline Chain'.

Of course, some individuals are powerful enough to hide themselves and isolate themselves from resonance, and even more powerful individuals can use bloodline resonance to kill the spirit of the one who releases them.

Albert held his cane, and his sea-blue eyes were tinged with gold.

That staff is an alchemical tool that can amplify and expand the sensory range of the Bloodline Jiro, causing the dragon blood in the hybrid's body to be activated uncontrollably, and can also protect the spirit from being killed by powerful individuals. However, the drawback is that it will accelerate the consumption of the releaser's energy.

hum~
An invisible wave emanated from Albert's body.

Damon could feel his bloodline stirring as if summoned by some force, and his golden eyes lit up involuntarily.

The other two were in a similar situation to Damon; they both activated their Golden Eyes, and an invisible tremor reverberated in their blood.

Fortunately, they had their support members disperse the nearby civilians beforehand; otherwise, the moment they revealed their golden eyes and released the pressure of their mixed-race heritage, it would have caused some unnecessary trouble.

"what?"

Suddenly, Albert opened his eyes, his forehead furrowed with wrinkles, looking somewhat confused.

"Sir Albert, have you found any trace of 'him'?" Damon asked, seeing the old man's puzzled expression. He assumed the old man had discovered some clue.

“A hybrid has been seen here, but the bloodline is very weak and it hasn’t awakened yet.” Albert said in a low voice, his eyes half-closed. “Did you see anyone suspicious just now?”

"Just now? It seems there was a thug who was planning to steal something." Damon was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and the image of the thug kneeling on the ground begging for mercy flashed through his mind.

“A thug.” Albert’s expression darkened slightly, flames flickering in his golden eyes, and his voice turned cold as he asked, “Which way did he go?”

“Sir Albert, please forgive my bluntness, but that’s just a petty thug. Even if he’s half-blood, we shouldn’t pay him any more attention. Our target should be ‘Caesar Gattuso,’ not wasting time on a thug,” Damon said. “No, Damon, you’re wrong.”

Albert's golden eyes were cold as he swept over the group and said indifferently, "Although that half-breed is weak, he has the reaction of high-level dragon blood!"

"A high-level dragon blood reaction?!"

Damon's expression changed instantly, and he was shocked.

“That’s right, it’s a very high-level dragon blood reaction.” Albert stroked his cane, ending the effect of the Word of Power. He was slightly out of breath, and his face seemed much paler. He said softly, “I think you should understand what it means for a high-level dragon blood reaction to suddenly appear in a hybrid with a weak bloodline and who has not yet awakened!”

Yes, the answer is obvious. It's Caesar Gattuso!

A high-level dragon blood reaction could indicate an undiscovered hybrid species, but this possibility is extremely low.

A more plausible guess is that the petty thug had been in close contact with Caesar Gattuso, and the reason he had just started paying attention to them wasn't because they were 'targets for theft,' but because he was on guard!
"Damn it! That damn thug dared to play me!"

Damon was furious; veins bulged on his forehead, and his face turned red and purple. He had been deceived by a thug!
“It’s alright, you’re still young, mistakes can be corrected.” Albert patted the young man on the shoulder and said calmly, “Now, the most important thing is how to make up for the mistake. Now that the scope has been determined, all that’s left is to narrow it down little by little. He can’t escape.”

"Thank you very much for your guidance, Sir Albert."

Damon took a deep breath, pulling himself out of his anger, and calmly dialed the number on the other end of the line. He said, "I found the people who notified the execution team. Surround this slum. They can't escape. I will personally wash away this shame!"

After ending the call, he suddenly crushed the phone in his hand, his eyes cold and menacing.

"Very well, they dared to play tricks on us."

Damon turned to look at the alley, gritting his teeth as he said, "Once I catch that bastard, I'll smash every bone in his body!"

Bruno struggled to walk home, leaning against the wall.

Having grown up in the slums since childhood, he had suffered countless injuries, so he knew very well that the kick he had just received must have broken several of his ribs.

The intense abdominal cramps made him clench his teeth, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Even though he was in so much pain that he was dizzy and his steps were unsteady, and he fell into the filthy mud pit several times, Bruno still gritted his teeth and persevered. He leaned against the wall and slowly got back up. His goal was firm and clear: he had to get back and tell Caesar the news!

Bruno's intuition told him that those men's target was Caesar!

Just then, he suddenly felt his heart pounding, as if someone was watching him. The feeling of being watched was like a thorn in his back, filling him with a deep-seated fear.

But when Bruno turned around, the narrow alley was deserted.

boom!
boom!boom!
Bruno felt his heart racing, which caused him some pain.

He wasn't paying attention to his footing and accidentally stepped into a pit and fell. He clutched his violently pounding heart, and blood vessels gradually filled his eyes. The indescribable feeling almost suffocated Bruno.

In a daze, he saw himself in the puddle and was immediately shocked beyond words.

His pupils suddenly became as dazzling as gold, flowing like molten lava, exuding an aura of majesty.

(End of this chapter)