Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 435 If they dare to set up a trap, we'll treat them to the prospect of annihilation.
As Mr. Chen had predicted, when Lu Mingfei attacked the research base invested in by the Chen family, Su Enxi had already sent people to secretly monitor the other research institutes and experimental bases that had been identified.

If the Chen family makes any move, Su Enxi will find it immediately and take targeted measures.

If they choose to transfer the witnesses and physical evidence, the people sent to the capital by the mixed-blood ancient clan led by the Zhou family will accept them without hesitation and use them as evidence in court.

If they choose to destroy the evidence, Lu Mingfei will show them what cruelty is.

Therefore, when Lu Mingfei returned to the hotel and found that there was no unusual activity from the Chen family, he felt quite bored.

This old man clearly has many cards up his sleeve, yet he's overly cautious.

An opponent who can bend and stretch, and knows when to temporarily retreat in the face of absolute power, is often far more dangerous than a fool who can only rage in vain.

However, as boring as it may be, Lu Mingfei is not in a hurry.

The hunter has enough patience, and the prey retreating into its den only slightly delays the cleanup.

Perhaps the Chen family is holding back now, just to secretly prepare something big for him.

Zhou Minhao is still dealing with matters at the research base. It's unlikely to be a quiet night. He hopes to find evidence to crush the Chen family, but he doubts it will be successful.

The head of the Chen family is a cunning old fox; he wouldn't be so stupid as to leave his mark after doing something bad.

Isabella was temporarily placed at the Zhou family's residence, while Lu Mingfei returned to the hotel alone.

As soon as I entered the hall, a Ferrari pulled up at the entrance, and a blond young man got out of the passenger seat, holding his phone with an unhappy expression.

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw Caesar, who had been pulled out for a casual chat.

Caesar's expression was not good. His usually nonchalant and arrogant icy blue eyes were now as still as water, faintly suppressing his irritability and impatience.

The person who got out of the passenger seat was a young man with equally brilliant blond hair.

His hair was shorter than Caesar's, meticulously styled, and he wore a well-tailored silver-gray suit. His handsome features were almost effeminate, his temperament was calm and composed, and his every move exuded competence. You could tell at a glance that he was either a CEO's secretary or a straight-laced elite.

Lu Mingfei's gaze froze slightly the moment it met the blond man's.

Having finally caught a living Gattuso man other than Caesar, he naturally wanted to take a good look at him.

In his perception, this strange man shared the same bloodline as Caesar, and was much stronger!

The proportion of dragon blood hidden beneath the handsome body was astonishingly high, almost approaching or even reaching the super-limit state that Chu Zihang had reached after his second blood surge.

With such a high concentration of dragon blood, it should have caused the bloodline to go out of control long ago, resulting in the appearance of golden eyes that never go out, like Chu Zihang's.

However, this person did not.

His eyes were a pure, icy blue, just like Caesar's. His aura was as calm as Lake Trasimeno, and he appeared so serene and peaceful, showing no sign of the dragon blood possibly going out of control at any moment.

This is not normal.

Or perhaps, like Chu Zihang, he underwent the Dragon King's baptism, forcibly stabilizing his bloodline.

Alternatively, they may have used some kind of drug or technology to suppress the power of the dragon's blood within their bodies.

For example, Deadpool fetal serum.

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the blond man's body like the most sophisticated CT scanner, sensing an incongruous sense of weakness emanating from him.

It was not a decline in bodily functions, but a depletion of the very essence of life, as if his very existence, or each breath, was continuously consuming his life.

Okay, that sounds like a no-brainer.

But this feeling is very similar to the situation when Erii's life form was distorted due to the continuous purification of the White King's bloodline, and she eventually faced death!

The biggest difference is perhaps that this blond man did not embark on the path to godhood.

A thought flashed through Lu Mingfei's mind like lightning.

It is common for the White King bloodline of the Japanese Hebi-Hachi family to go out of control due to bloodline issues, but the Gattuso family, which is descended from the King of the Sky and the Wind, has a relatively stable bloodline.

Historically, apart from the occasional few mentally unstable members (as told to Lu Mingfei by Jiude Mai, the Gattuso family has a history of neurosis, with generations of bipolar disorder, such as Caesar's grandfather being a neurotic), there has been no known risk of the bloodline going out of control.

So, what's the deal with this unusual individual who bears some resemblance to Caesar?

Thinking of the mysterious Bondarev who only existed in Herzog's notes, and Erii's need for regular injections of Deadpool fetal serum to maintain her life and sanity, Lu Mingfei's gaze towards the other person became more meaningful.

The Gattuso family has a long history but its true nature remains a mystery. On the surface, they are mostly known for their wealth and nouveau riche image, and they seem to have few top-notch combat personnel.

But Lu Mingfei hadn't forgotten that Fujiwara Shinnosuke, who possessed the rogue power of Time Zero, was a pawn sent to Japan by the Gattuso family.

The possession of Time Zero is extremely rare, yet the Gattuso family can casually play it as a non-core piece, which is highly illogical.

Unless... they possess the method to cultivate, or even create, Time Zero Owners!

And this is inseparable from the experiment at Black Swan Harbor back then.

In addition to learning that the Gattuso Institute and the Russian Federal Space Agency were jointly developing the ultimate weapon "Divine Retribution," and that Bondarev happened to claim to be the last grandson of the Romanov dynasty, he suspected that the Gattuso family might be the real supporters behind Bondarev.

They have been secretly building their influence in Russia, quietly laying the groundwork for some grand, unspeakable ambition.

The case is solved! The real Black Swan Port is in Italy, and Herzog is just a clown.

Ignoring everything else, Lu Mingfei first pinned the blame on the Gattuso family, and then continued to speculate on what role Caesar played in it.
His bloodline is not top-tier among the younger generation of Gattuso, and his Word of Power: Kamaitachi has no obvious advantage in high-end battles, and can even be described as useless. So why was he chosen as the future head of the family?
Is it because among the crazy or unstable "products" cultivated by the Gattuso family, only Caesar was a "masterpiece" with relatively stable bloodline, sound mind, no sudden crazy behavior, and can be described as perfect?
That's why he was chosen as the face of the family and the rightful heir.
Lu Mingfei's gaze was calm, yet it carried a sharpness that seemed to pierce the soul.

Percy stood there, feeling as if a wasp's stinger was traveling up his spine and piercing his brain.

He had read all the available materials and reports about Lu Mingfei and believed that he had overestimated how terrifying the boy was as much as possible.

But only now, standing right in front of him, did he truly understand the suffocating pressure of having even the secret of Hello Kitty printed on his underwear exposed.

He had undergone countless inhumanly harsh training sessions and faced the might of pure-blooded dragons without flinching. However, under Lu Mingfei's calm gaze, the restless and powerful dragon blood within him seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, becoming so docile as to be almost lifeless, unable to even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

This felt like an overwhelming force from a higher level of existence, or like being intimidated by the aura of the strongest dragon slayer, causing him to feel fear.

Percy's heart was in turmoil, but he maintained an impeccable calm on his face. He even lowered his eyes slightly to avoid Lu Mingfei's gaze, not letting the shock in his eyes betray him.

Both men, each with their own thoughts, tacitly concealed their momentary surprise and speculation flawlessly. Caesar had originally intended to warn Percy to stop following him and get lost, but upon realizing there were no footsteps behind him, he looked up and saw a person standing at the hotel entrance, staring intently behind him with a very intimidating gaze.

He turned his head and looked around. He didn't see Erii, who was always sticking to Lu Mingfei, nor his future nemesis Chu Zihang, nor the pretty junior who looked like a fairy but was so thin that she couldn't join the student council dance club even through connections. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why are you alone?"

"I went out to play a spot-the-difference game for a while." Lu Mingfei withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, speaking concisely and casually:
"Is this your relative? They look quite alike."

Caesar frowned, clearly in a bad mood, but still proceeded to introduce:

“Pascy Gattuso, the senior secretary of the Gattuso family.”

At the opportune moment, Percy looked up and took a step forward, bowing slightly to Lu Mingfei, his movements as elegant and textbook-perfect as ever.

"Mr. Lu Mingfei, I have long admired you. On behalf of Mr. Frost Gattuso, the acting head of the Gattuso family, I extend my sincerest greetings to you."

Furthermore, the family deeply admires and is grateful for your heroic dragon-slaying feat in Japan and for rescuing young Master Caesar from danger.

His Chinese is fluent and standard, and his wording is appropriate; there is nothing wrong with it.

Lu Mingfei gave a faint "hmm" and then peered into the Ferrari.

Caesar was grateful to Lu Mingfei for rushing to their aid and saving them, but he knew that Percy's expression of gratitude at this time was a subtle reminder to him: if you're bad at something, practice more and stop wasting your time outside. Go back to school and do more practice problems and targeted training.

Seeing Lu Mingfei peering into the car, he quickly changed the subject: "What's wrong?"

Lu Mingfei crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with amusement: "The Chen family's brat had to come all the way to apologize after I beat him up, while the Gattuso family is notoriously extravagant. Their way of expressing gratitude can't just be verbal thanks, which is even worse than the Chen family's, right?"

Upon hearing this, Caesar's lips twitched slightly. He knew that Lu Mingfei was helping to ridicule the Gattuso family, but for some reason, it sounded a bit strange.

Percy never expected that his polite remark would actually be taken so seriously by the other party.

Is this the thick-skinned face of the strongest dragon slayer of our time? Just as thick as Angers.

He was about to ask the head of the household for permission, but Caesar had already made the decision for him:

"Alright, consider this brand-new Ferrari as a thank you gift. Passy, ​​you can take a taxi later."

Percy still wore a perfect smile, but his tone left no room for argument:
“Young Master Caesar, my orders are that I must stay by your side at all times to ensure your safety and be at your disposal until you decide to return to the academy to complete your studies.”

"Send someone on?" Caesar sneered. "I need a watchman?"

Percy just smiled and remained silent, as if to say whatever he wanted, and I would just be his leech.

"Don't bother me." Caesar stopped looking at him and went straight into the hotel with Lu Mingfei, heading for the elevator.

Percy handed the key to the doorman, instructing him to park the elevator and then pass it directly to Caesar. He then followed behind the two men with a respectful demeanor, watching them enter the elevator.

Until the elevator doors closed completely, the metal panel reflected his face, which had lost all expression except for indifference.

Deep within that icy blue right eye, wisps of dark gold swam like a swarm of snakes, as if they might burst forth at any moment and turn the icy blue into dark gold.

He raised his hand to smooth the golden hair on his forehead, covering his eyebrows, then turned and walked to another elevator, pressing the button for the floor below the presidential suite.

Lu Mingfei and Caesar arrived at the presidential suite in silence. Nono and Erii were playing with their child in the bedroom. When they heard the noise, they came out to greet them and, realizing that the two had something to talk about, did not come down to disturb them.

Caesar opened a bottle of Antoninus Tignan red wine and poured two glasses.

Lu Mingfei took the cup, without even taking a sip to savor it on his tongue, and downed half a cup like a cow chewing on a peony to quench his thirst.
"What do you mean? Is your regent uncle pressuring you to go back and inherit the throne again?"

Caesar remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly organizing his thoughts, but ultimately chose to be honest.

After all, in front of Lu Mingfei, many things seem meaningless to hide.

“It’s not just Frost,” Caesar’s voice carried a hint of suppressed irritation, “this time it seems to be a direct order from the Elders.”

"The Council of Elders?" Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he had ever heard of such an organization within the Gattuso family.

“Yes,” Caesar explained, “the real power in the Gattuso family doesn’t lie with the nominal head of the family, nor with the acting head, Frost, but with the twelve old monsters.”

His tone and expression were quite complicated: "They are called elders, and all major family decisions must be approved by them."

To put it bluntly, the head of the family is simply the executive officer they've chosen to handle affairs from the front lines.

This was one of the Gattuso family secrets, but Caesar was the type to sell off his family's land without a second thought, since even if he knew, he couldn't find where those old monsters were hiding anyway.

Lu Mingfei didn't ask why those old fogies wanted Caesar to go back; he went straight to the point:

"So you're going to listen to them and go back to become like them, like a good little baby?"

"Of course not!" Caesar rebelled without hesitation.

"That settles it then!" Lu Mingfei clapped his hands and poured Caesar a full glass of wine.
"With me here, you can rest assured. Neither the Gattuso family nor the Chen family can force you and your wife to do anything they don't want to do."

“Perfect timing. Tomorrow I’m planning to take Erii to… cough cough, to pay a visit to the Chen family. If you, Chen Motong, and Li Jiatu have nothing to do, you can come with us.”

Caesar looked at the wine that was about to overflow, and smirked. He finally understood what Chinese drinking culture was all about.

However, isn't your map of the Yan Kingdom far too short?
Thinking back to what Lu Mingfei had said at the hotel entrance, about going out to play a spot-the-difference game, and then the Chen family making a special trip to apologize to him.

So, tomorrow will be...

"Hongmen Banquet?"

"It doesn't matter. If they dare to set up a trap, I'll treat them to the cold shoulder." Lu Mingfei looked up at the dark night sky outside the window, his eyes calm and indifferent.

"Let's settle things in Beijing first, and then I'll see if I have time to go to Europe."

"It's only polite to reciprocate; the Gattuso family has given me a generous gift, so I must show my appreciation."

Caesar picked up his full glass of wine, took a small sip, and then looked out the window.

"That's perfect, let me do my part as a host."

(End of this chapter)