From Hokage to Visionary

This is also why he is confident that even if he is discovered by those people afterwards, he can still avoid being tracked.

Just ask yourself, who would go to so much trouble to find a thief?

With this thought in mind, Bruno suppressed the throbbing of his heart while walking back and forth in the alley, holding on to the wall.

The roads in the slums are crisscrossed like a maze. Even if an outsider breaks in, it is difficult to find the correct exit for a while, let alone find someone?

When he arrived at a room, Bruno looked around and after making sure that no one was there, he knocked on the door and whispered, "Charles, it's me, Bruno."

However, there was silence inside the door.

"Is he not here?" Bruno frowned and tried knocking on the door again: "Charles, I know you are in there, don't play dead!"

But there was still no sound in the room. Bruno thought about it and finally decided to go in and take a look.

But when he pushed open the door, what came into his sight was Charles, lying straight in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open. His gray eyes seemed to express a deep sense of unwillingness.

"Charles?!"

Bruno's face turned pale and his pupils suddenly shrank.

At this moment, he clearly saw that in the dark corner of the room, three pairs of golden pupils suddenly lit up, like boiling hot lava, exuding an indescribable aura of majesty.

"Bruno Frigo was born on August 1996, 8 in the Spanish district south of Naples. His mother's name is Vol, and she is a prostitute. He has lived alone since he was seven years old. He is good at stealing and joined the Mafia. Later, the Mafia was disbanded after the leader died. Now he makes a living by stealing and fraud. Am I right?"

In the darkness, a person with golden eyes gradually walked out, holding a few pieces of paper in his hand, looking at him with a cold and grim expression.

"Is it you?!"

Bruno's heart almost stopped and his pupils slowly dilated. The man was the one who kicked him on the street not long ago.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Damon Gattuso."

The young man threw the paper in his hand to the ground. His murderous intent was as real as substance, and his eyes were cold and indifferent. "Bruno Frigo, although you deceived us, I can give you a chance. Tell me where Caesar is. I can forgive your deception and give you a satisfactory reward."

"Caesar?" Bruno's expression instantly froze, his heartbeat quickened, and cold sweat trickled down his temples. "I don't know, big brother. I don't know any Caesar."

boom!

The figure in front of me suddenly became blurry.

Then, Bruno didn't see clearly at all, and the whole person was like being hit by a cannonball. He flew backwards uncontrollably and hit the wall hard.

"Wow!"

Bruno spat out a mouthful of blood and felt severe pain all over his body, as if his internal organs were about to shatter.

Damon walked over slowly, stepped on Bruno's chest, lowered his golden eyes and said calmly: "Think it over, then answer my question."

"Ahem, sir, I really don't know." Bruno felt like a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, and he could hardly breathe. He said with difficulty, "Please, spare me, I'm just a small thug, I really don't know what Caesar is."

Click!

Damon stepped down and there was a sound of cracking ribs.

"what!"

Blood was oozing from the corners of Bruno's mouth, his face was twisted in pain, and turned red and purple due to lack of oxygen.

"Bruno Frigo, I'm not interested in playing these little tricks with you." Damon twisted his feet back and forth, constantly exerting force, and the cruelty and brutality in his golden eyes gradually became stronger: "I'm confused, how did we find you, right?"

Bruno couldn't speak, his head was buzzing and he was almost suffocating.

"It's simple, because you have come into contact with his blood!"

Damon slowly leaned down, staring at him with a cold look, and said, "See these eyes? This is the mark of a hybrid. Those with dragon blood in their bodies will have 'golden eyes' once they awaken. And a scum like you also has golden eyes."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 382 A Promise Worth a Thousand Pieces (End)

"cough cough cough cough"

Bruno coughed up sticky blood clots, his golden eyes filled with bloodshot, staring at him intently.

"Now, do you understand?" Damon sneered, loosened his grip a little, and said in a cold voice: "Your blood is too thin. If it weren't for Lord Albert's blood bond, you probably wouldn't have awakened in this life. But you have high-level dragon blood in your body, so tell me, where is Caesar!"

So that's what it is! Bruno smiled bitterly, feeling indescribably bitter in his heart.

He had lived for more than twenty years, and had made a living by stealing since he was a child. He lived in the dirty sewers, as lowly as a rat.

But in the end, when he was about to die, someone told him that there was some great dragon blood flowing in Bruno's body. It was like a joke to him.

"I have met Caesar."

Bruno said weakly.

"Very well. Tell me. Where is he?"

Damon raised the corner of his lips and looked down at him.

Bruno's lips moved, but the sound was so small that it was completely inaudible. Damon frowned and bent down subconsciously to listen: "What are you talking about? Speak louder!"

"I said..." Bruno suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was dying. He mustered up his last bit of strength and forcibly broke free from Damon's control. His pupils were shining with gold, as if burning with scorching flames. He punched Damon in the face with all his might: "I said. F**k you!"

boom!

This punch actually hit Damon in the face.

Even though his blood concentration was very high, he had no time to react to Bruno's sudden counterattack. He staggered back and a molar flew out of his mouth.

Even though Bruno's blood concentration is very low, the power of a punch when he exerts all his strength cannot be underestimated.

Damon was beaten so hard that he saw stars and fell to the ground in a mess.

"Haha, do you think that you can bribe me just because I'm a gangster?"

Bruno staggered and climbed up from the ground, holding on to the wall, with a sarcastic sneer on his face: "I tell you, I, Bruno Frigo, may be a gangster, I can steal, I can defraud, I can be a rat in the sewer in the eyes of you big guys!"

"But I, Bruno Frigo, have a dream!"

He took a deep breath, straightened his spine, clenched his fist and pounded it on his chest, making a dull sound. He said word by word in a firm voice: "That means being a real man. I will never betray my friends!"

"You're looking for death!"

Damon was completely enraged, and in his blazing golden eyes, it looked like a giant dragon was roaring with flames.

"Hahahaha, Damon, do you need help?" The two companions behind couldn't help but burst into laughter and asked sarcastically: "How about you retreat and let us help you?"

"Shut up! Dean, Thackeray!"

Damon wiped the blood from his mouth and said coldly: "He is mine, no one of you is allowed to interfere!"

In his fiery golden eyes, a cruel and tyrannical look flashed. He approached step by step. Bruno was staggering, as if he would fall at any time. A cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "I will make you realize clearly how big the gap between your bloodline and mine is in the world of dragons!"

Click!

The hard brick and stone ground was shattered by his step.

It was as if a strong wind carrying a chilly air was blowing towards him. Before Bruno could react, he only felt a blurry flash before his eyes, and then he was blown away.

The powerful force was like a cannonball hitting his body. Bruno spurted out a stream of blood, which was like a rag bag, drawing an arc in the air and hitting the ground hard.

But Damon obviously didn't intend to bypass him so easily. He leaned over and sprinted after him, raised his foot and stomped hard: "I want you to know what bloodline means in the world of dragons. How dare you, a lowly and vulgar thing, hurt me?!"

boom!

Bruno's head was stepped on into the hard bricks.

Then, Damon's fists, filled with anger, began to rain down like raindrops.

Each of his punches deliberately avoided the vital points, aiming at those places that would cause the most pain but not lethal. He wanted to smash every bone of this damn thug into pieces, and make him experience the ultimate pain repeatedly before dying.

Blood was gushing out, and Bruno's eyes were full of blood.

Fists struck him like a rainstorm, breaking all the bones in his body and causing severe pain to eat away at every nerve.

Damon roared madly, still not feeling discouraged, he grabbed Bruno's hair, lifted him up, and said coldly: "Now, do you understand? In the world of mixed-bloods, the difference in bloodline is often greater than you think. A dirty rat like you thinks you can beat me?"

Sticky blood dripped from his mouth. Bruno opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Damon with a hideous face. He suddenly sneered: "Are you anxious?"

"Me!"

Damon immediately became more angry, his pupils turned bloodshot, and he clenched his fist and punched Bruno in the face.

This heavy punch contained all the power, shattering Bruno's facial bones. Blood spurted out of his nostrils and mouth, and stars appeared in his eyes.

It was unknown how long the beating lasted until Damon was out of breath. He then threw Bruno, who had been beaten beyond recognition and looked bloody, down, spitting out a mouthful of spit and saying coldly, "What the hell? A rat in the gutter. If it weren't for this, you would never be worthy of seeing me in your life."

He took off his blood-stained suit, threw it on the ground, and walked towards the rest of his companions who were watching the show.

However, at this moment, Damon suddenly felt like a thorn in his back, a heart-pounding sense of oppression spreading from behind, and his hair stood on end.

"Damon, watch your back!"

The voices of his companions came. Although Damon was a noble, he had a strong sense of combat and immediately turned around and took defensive actions.

boom!

The heavy fist hit Damon's arms.

The powerful force pushed him out dozens of meters. His feet plowed out charred marks on the ground. His arms felt as if they were hit by hammers, and his arm bones hurt as if they were cracking.

Damon opened his eyes wide and stared at the figure: "No, it's impossible. With such a serious injury, you can't stand up again!"

The person who attacked him was Bruno, who was half dead and like mud.

But at this moment, Bruno was like a wild beast. His golden pupils were full of cruelty, and his body exuded black energy that was visible to the naked eye, like an evil ghost crawling out of the underworld.

"This is... Gui Sheng?!"

Damon half-closed his eyes and immediately analyzed the result through the limited information: "So that's it. Did he awaken the Word Spirit at the moment before he died?"

The effect of Guisheng's words can only work on the person who releases it. It will order the person's body to forget the pain and exert its maximum power.

While the Word Spirit is in effect, it is equivalent to shutting down the organism's self-protection mechanism and opening the genetic lock deep in the brain, forcing the releaser to fight to the death. It can also accelerate cell division and promote the speed of wound healing. However, once the Word Spirit loses its effect, what awaits the releaser is even more serious harm and pain.

"Weren't you crazy just now?"

Bruno grinned, his teeth covered in blood, like a ferocious ghost: "Now, I want to see who is more powerful between us!"

With a roar, he took a step forward as if a bloody wind was blowing. He clenched his fists indiscriminately and hit Damon with all his might.

Although he had no systematic training and had no idea how to attack, his fists were so powerful and heavy due to the huge boost from Gui Sheng that they made the air emit a sharp roar.

Damon had no choice but to raise his arms to block the blow, but was knocked back several steps with his blood surging.

But then, Bruno's speed increased instead of decreasing, and he pounced on him like a tiger, rushing forward, and swinging his fists like a tortoise punch.

"you!"

Damon looked shocked and angry.

He didn't expect that he would be forced to retreat repeatedly by a gangster who awakened the spirit of words before his death.

"Damon, do you need help?" Seeing this, the remaining two people not only did not intend to help, but even laughed at him.

"Need not!"

Damon responded viciously.

But at this moment, Bruno, covered in blood, crushed the hard bricks and stones with one step. His thin body brought up a fierce gust of wind, and he punched Damon like a tidal wave.

boom!

Damon was beaten and took a few steps back again, his face flushed red and his arms couldn't stop shaking.

Just as Bruno was about to rush forward, he suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger with a sneer on his face.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The pitch-black muzzle of the Desert Eagle spewed out a scorching flame.

The large-caliber bullet, with amazing kinetic energy, penetrated Bruno's heart, lungs, neck, and head, bringing out large amounts of blood that splattered on the ground.

"Humph, you ignorant little bastard."

Damon sneered, blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "Even if your words are powerful, what can you do?"

thump!

Bruno fell on his back on the ground, blood gushing out uncontrollably.

He stared blankly at the narrow strip of blue sky blocked by the narrow alleys of the slums, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up: "Caesar, I'm sorry, I can't seem to fulfill the promise, but at least, I should be considered a man, right?"

He didn't know whether he was a real man at this moment.