I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 148 The Gattuso Family's Attention

Inside the equipment department, Cheng Sui's gaze was firmly drawn to the long robe with a black background and red clouds on the table.

This garment seems to possess a certain allure, making one want to reach out and touch it.

After all, who didn't have the chuunibyou dream of becoming a member of Akatsuki and shouting the phrase "Let the world feel pain" during their youth?

Just as Cheng Sui was about to reach out, a rough, large hand slapped his hand hard on the back of his hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The head of the equipment department, an Arab man with a headscarf, glanced at Cheng Sui with his dark brown eyes.

He gestured with his chin towards a document on the table.

"You can only touch it after you sign the agreement. Otherwise, we will not be responsible for any life-threatening situations that may arise."

Cheng Sui rubbed his reddened hand: "Signing the documents means I can take responsibility?"

But Cheng Sui immediately realized something was off: "Wait, why would a piece of clothing be life-threatening?"

"Just kidding."

Cheng Sui breathed a sigh of relief. He said that no matter how crazy the equipment department was, they would never stuff a bomb into clothes.

But then the Arab man said with a serious expression, "We won't take responsibility even if you sign."

Several black lines instantly appeared on Cheng Sui's forehead, and his eyes became more wary as he looked at the red cloud robe.

"You didn't make this garment with some kind of flammable or explosive material, did you?"

The Arab slowly shook his head.

Cheng Sui finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the pen, and neatly signed his name on the document.

Then he eagerly picked up the red cloud robe he had been longing for, and also took the orange swirling mask next to it.

"Oh, right." Cheng Sui seemed to remember something and looked up to ask, "Do you have any encrypted phones here that can connect to the internet globally?"

The Arab man slowly shook his head again: "Yes, I can give you one right now."

He turned around, took a brand-new cell phone box from under the counter, and handed it to Cheng Sui: "The cost will be deducted from your scholarship."

Cheng Sui looked at him questioningly: "Then why did you shake your head?"

The Arabs looked back at Cheng Sui with the same look they had given him, as if he were a fool.

"Why can't I shake my head? Where I'm from, shaking my head means yes."

Cheng Sui felt that his worldview had been slightly shaken.

"So what exactly is this outfit—"

He was interrupted before he could finish his question.

The Arab glanced at him, his tone tinged with impatience.

"We're busy with work, let's end this pointless conversation here."

After saying that, he walked into the inner room of the equipment department without looking back, leaving Cheng Sui alone with the red cloud robe, unsure whether to throw it away or keep it.

Rome, Italy.

Inside the Gattuso family's old manor.

Frost Gattuso was sitting on his sunny balcony, leisurely swirling the lemonade in his glass.

The sunlight tinged his gray hair with a warm golden hue.

His face was resolute, with features as sharp as if carved by a knife and axe, exuding an aura of iron-blooded battle prowess, giving him the proud and majestic feeling of a lion.

As Caesar's uncle, he is now the nominal head of the Gattuso family.

The news that Caesar and the Chinese girl named Chen Motong were in love had already spread within the family recently.

Frost displayed extreme rage in front of Caesar.

He repeatedly berated Caesar for rejecting a marriage arranged by his family for a girl of dubious origin.

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She was a young lady from the Laurent family of France.

Although their status is not as high as that of the powerful Elizabeth, a successful marriage would undoubtedly be a huge boost to the Gattuso family.

But deep down, Frost was overjoyed.

Because Chen Motong, this girl who seems to have accidentally stumbled into Caesar's world, is the bride carefully chosen for him by his family.

They were also the sacrifices that Caesar had to make on his path to becoming the supreme king.

"jingle-

'

The balcony door was pushed open from the outside, and the copper bell hanging on the door frame made a clear and melodious sound.

Percy Gattuso pushed open the door and stood quietly in front of Frost.

Percy's face was very similar to Caesar's, with the same smooth and dazzling short golden hair, and one side of his bangs was slightly longer, hanging down just right to cover the left half of his eye.

But Percy and Caesar had completely different temperaments.

If Caesar was a lion surveying its territory, proud, flamboyant, and full of aggression.

Napasi is like a mysterious and elegant Persian cat, giving people a friendly and approachable first impression.

"Percy, you're here. Have a seat."

When Frost saw the newcomer, his face showed no extra expression; he simply gestured with his eyes for Percy to sit down in the chair next to him.

"Yes."

Percy nodded gently and sat down in the wicker chair opposite Frost.

"Uncle, what brings you here today?"

Percy took the initiative to ask.

This morning, Frost told him to come over for afternoon tea this afternoon.

Following the Gattuso family tradition, Percy knew that there must be something important that needed to be told to him privately.

Frost did not answer immediately.

He placed a thick stack of documents on the table and pushed it in front of Percy.

"Recently, a new genius has emerged at Kassel College, named Cheng Sui."

Frost pulled a photograph from the file.

That was the moment Cheng Sui cut a bullet in half with a knife on a street in Japan.

In the photo, the hem of his black trench coat flutters wildly in the air currents, revealing the bewitching scarlet ukiyo-e pattern on the lining of the coat.

"Kassel College has never lacked geniuses," Percy said with a smile, "but no one can compare to young Master Caesar."

Frost's face did not light up with a smile at Percy's praise of Caesar; instead, it became even more serious.

"I've always had great faith in Caesar." His fingers tapped lightly on Cheng Sui's photograph. "But this Cheng Sui managed to get the entire Japanese branch to submit to him in just half a month."

"He even forced the Snake Clan to sign a nearly humiliating and unequal treaty."

"And he's already a senior this year. For the previous three years, no one in the college had ever heard of him. He's like a monster that suddenly appeared, and he's incredibly strong from the moment he shows up."

Percy frowned slightly: "Is he a genius that Angers secretly nurtured?"

Frost shook his head.

"Angers doesn't need to do that. To him, all the students at the Kassel College are his loyal pawns, and he doesn't need to devote too much effort to any one particular role."

Percy nodded and said nothing more.

He waited quietly for Frost to continue, knowing that his uncle was not yet finished speaking.

"Today he and Chu Zihang received a mission to serve as teachers in a preparatory class in Beijing, the capital of China."

Frost's voice lowered.

"Chu Zihang is the leader of the 'Lionheart Society,' which has always been at odds with Caesar, and an equally dangerous hybrid."

"I don't think Angers would be so foolish as to let two S-level genius hybrids teach a group of preparatory students who haven't even enrolled yet."

"This is absurd. So this must be a ruse."

Frost drew his conclusion.

"Something must have happened in the capital that we don't know about, and Angers doesn't want us to get involved, so they fabricated this mission."

Percy's eyes sharpened, and he spoke thoughtfully.

"What kind of mission could it be that would make Angers choose to assign it to these two people, completely excluding young Master Caesar from the matter?"

Frost narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and whispered.

"Just today, my brother, who has always neglected his family, sent me his first message in decades."

Percy leaned forward slightly; he knew this was the main point of the day.

"He told me that there might be a Dragon King in the capital."

"I was told to be very careful and not to act rashly, lest I alert the enemy."

Percy's pupils suddenly contracted.

"So Angers also got this information through another channel." Passy quickly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts. "He wants to act before us, to prepare for the future dragon-slaying battle."

Frost nodded, agreeing with Percy's analysis: "I think so too."

"Percy, get ready in the next few days," Frost instructed.

"I've already booked your plane ticket to Beijing for three days from now."

"You are responsible for secretly monitoring Cheng Sui and Chu Zihang's every move during this operation, and reporting to me at any time."

"Yes."

Percy accepted the order, then hesitated before speaking.

"And what about young Master Caesar—"

Frost waved his hand impatiently.

"All he has to do now is to fall in love with Chen Motong as soon as possible and dedicate himself to the future of the family."

"Don't disturb his time with his girlfriend in such a dangerous situation."

"clear."

Percy nodded, stood up, and took his leave.

Frost was left alone on the balcony again.

He looked at the photo of Cheng Sui on the table, picked up a cigar, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The pungent smoke swirled in his lungs before being slowly exhaled.

"So this is the successor you chose yourself, Angers?" Frost scoffed. "But Kassel College has always been nothing more than a tool of the Secret Service. When did tools become able to choose their own future?"

He slammed the burning cigarette butt hard against Cheng Sui's face in the photo, leaving a charred hole in the picture.

Frost picked up the lemonade, raised it to his lips, and then drank it all in one gulp.