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Chapter 383 Caesar's Wrath

Naples harbor, Santa Lucia coast.

The midday sun shines on the sea, creating a shimmering golden glow, while a salty sea breeze carries a refreshing scent.

Caesar lowered the brim of his hat, looked around to make sure no one was following him, and then cautiously stepped out.

But as soon as he stepped into the harbor, he frowned slightly and quietly released the Kamaitachi. The cheerful spirit danced with the sea breeze, bringing back several oppressive auras.

Caesar remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. He sat down on the stone pier of the dock with an air of authority and said indifferently, "Now that everyone is here, why are we still hiding?"

At this moment, he seemed to still be that noble young master, exuding an extraordinary and dignified aura.

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures emerged from the surrounding area, standing several meters apart and forming a pincer movement.

The leader, though his hair was gray, was still vigorous. Leaning on an exquisite cane, he stepped out from the crowd, looked at Caesar sitting upright, and sighed: "Caesar, admit defeat. Come back with us and accept your family's punishment. Although you have committed the heinous crime of patricide, it is not enough to warrant death."

"It's Uncle Albert! Long time no see."

Caesar stood upright, glancing sideways at the people around him, his voice remaining completely calm throughout: "I have nothing to explain about this, and I will not go back with you."

"Hey, how did things turn out like this?"

Albert's face showed deep regret: "Caesar, you should have been the most dazzling heir of the Gattuso family, why did you kill Pompeii?"

Even if he didn't understand this matter, and even if it were thrown out, probably no one would be able to figure it out.

What could possibly drive a once-glorious and dazzling heir to cut off his own father's head?
The key point is that, from beginning to end, Albert couldn't understand what Caesar's purpose was in doing this, and there was absolutely no benefit to it!

"Uncle Albert, I can't tell you about this."

Caesar lowered his eyelids and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "I advise you to stay away from the family. No, the Frost family, the Gattuso family, has changed."

"Caesar! You are a sinner now, stop slandering the family!" Damon, who already disliked him, stepped forward and shouted at him.

Albert frowned slightly, a little annoyed at being abruptly interrupted.

However, Damon was Frost's handpicked choice, and he was only there to assist, so he had to suppress his displeasure.

"I was wondering why it was so noisy, oh, it's you."

Caesar glanced at him sideways, expressionless, and said, "Damon, did Frost send you here to groom you as his successor?"

"Caesar, stop spouting nonsense!" Damon roared angrily, pointing at him. "You murdered the head of the Pompeii family! Confess your guilt and come back with us! How dare you try to deny it again?!"

"Not bad, you've grown a lot bolder, but your brain isn't very sharp."

Caesar remained calm and composed, saying leisurely, "Damon, from childhood to adulthood, you've always been nothing more than a dog in my eyes. What right do you have to speak loudly to me?"

Upon hearing this, veins bulged on Damon's face: "Caesar!"

"Don't speak so loudly, I can hear you."

Caesar didn't even bother to glance at him, and said lazily, "Don't worry, even if I'm removed from the list by Gattuso, that position won't go to you, you stupid dog. Why are you in such a hurry to die?"

"Caesar."

Being humiliated repeatedly in front of everyone, Damon's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You're no longer the first heir, so stop being so arrogant."

"Too much nonsense, I don't like listening to it."

Caesar waved his hand, supporting himself on his knees as he rose from the stone block. His indifferent, cold gaze swept over the crowd before finally landing on Damon. He beckoned with his finger: "Come on, didn't you want to prove yourself? I'll stand right here and give you a chance to kill me."

"you!"

Damon's face instantly turned a bluish-purple, his veins bulging. Did he dare?
Nonsense, of course I wouldn't dare!

Who is Caesar Gattuso? From the day he was born, he was regarded as an honor by the Gattuso family, who even gave him the name 'Caesar'.

It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, Caesar was adorned with brilliance and glory. Whether in his conduct, demeanor, or even his military prowess and wisdom, he was the best among his contemporaries.

"If I say you're a dog, you really are a dog."

Caesar was somewhat disappointed, shook his head with a cold laugh, and said, "Damon, you haven't changed at all, from the past to the present."

Damon, enraged, laughed coldly, staring intently at Caesar. As if suddenly realizing something, a chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Caesar, you're so powerful. Why don't you guess how we found you?"

"With Uncle Albert around, it wouldn't be surprising if he found me."

Caesar said calmly, glancing at the elderly man with gray hair, but without a hint of blame.

"You guessed half right, but not entirely correct."

Damon gave a mocking look and said slowly, "Actually, it was quite a coincidence. Uncle Albert had just arrived and couldn't find any trace of you, but he found a little mouse that even had a very thin amount of dragon blood. We followed it and eventually found you. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Suddenly, the blinding golden eyes lit up, and everyone felt the surroundings turn dark.

Even the sun on the beach seemed to have its dazzling light stolen away by those blazing eyes.

The suffocating, terrifying pressure surged like a tsunami. Only now did they finally recognize Caesar's true nature. Stripped of his gentle and indifferent nobleman persona, he was revealed to be an extremely tyrannical monarch!
"Where is Bruno?"

Caesar's expression was icy, and a light like molten gold flowed in his eyes, releasing an extremely chilling killing intent.

"Huh? Even Caesar has moments of panic?"

Under Caesar's chilling killing intent, Damon swallowed hard, feeling as if every pore on his body was screaming in agony. But he still forced himself to say, "Bruno? Ah, that scoundrel, of course I killed him."

"Oh, I almost forgot, that Bruno, I think he said something before he died."

He pretended to ponder, then clapped his hands and said, "Yes, what did you say? You're a man now? Hahaha, how ridiculous! What do you think, Prince Caesar?"

"Did you kill him?"

Although Caesar's face was expressionless, the chilling killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

"Yes, that thug awakened the power of words, Ghost Victory, before he died."

Looking into Caesar's angry eyes, Damon felt as if all the humiliation he had just suffered had suddenly dissipated, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "In the end, a rat in the sewer is still a rat in the sewer. It thought it could beat me, but in the end, it still got beaten to death."

Albert frowned slightly and couldn't help but say, "Damon, that's enough!"

"Very angry? Very furious? Hahaha."

Damon didn't care at all. He liked Caesar's look right now and grinned, "Caesar, you're nothing now. I not only killed that thug, I chopped him into mincemeat and flushed him down the drain. That's what happens when you dare to provoke me!"

Bruno

Caesar lowered his brows, his eyes gleaming, and let out a long breath: "Damon, if you wanted to anger me, then you've succeeded."

"But I will show you what happens to those who anger me, Caesar."

"I will break your bones with my own hands, one by one, one by one!"

On the docks of the port, a chilling wind seemed to howl. Caesar was like a burning volcano, his powerful aura erupting suddenly, instantly making everyone feel as if they were carrying a mountain. He slowly walked towards Damon, whose face was stiff, grinning to reveal a set of neat white teeth, looking sinister, ferocious, and tyrannical.

No one had ever seen Caesar so enraged.

At this moment, he was like a dragon king awakening, whose scales had been touched, and he was about to unleash the primordial divine punishment of wrath!
(End of this chapter)