From Hokage to Visionary

But at least, he doesn't regret it!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 383 Caesar's Wrath

Naples Harbor, Santa Lucia Coast.

The warm midday sun shines on the sea, creating sparkling golden clouds. The salty sea breeze blows on your face, bringing a fresh breath.

Caesar lowered the brim of his hat, looked around, and after making sure that no one was following him, he walked out cautiously.

But as soon as he stepped into the port, he frowned slightly and quietly released the sickle-weasel. The cheerful elf danced with the sea breeze and brought back several oppressive auras.

Caesar was calm and composed, not showing any sign of panic, and sat down on the pier stone pier with a big move, saying calmly: "Since everyone is here, why are you still hiding?"

At this moment, he seemed to still be that noble young man, exuding an extraordinary and majestic demeanor.

As soon as the words fell, several figures walked out from the surroundings, several meters apart from each other, forming a pincer attack.

The leader had gray hair but was in high spirits. He walked out of the crowd with an exquisite cane, looked at Caesar who was sitting upright, and sighed, "Caesar, admit defeat. Come back with us and accept the punishment of your family. Although you have committed the crime of patricide, you are not punishable by death."

“It’s Uncle Albert, long time no see.”

Caesar stood upright, glanced at the people around him, and his voice was calm from beginning to end: "I have nothing to explain about this matter, and I will not go back with you."

"Hey, how did it become like this?"

Albert showed deep regret on his face: "Caesar, you should have been the most dazzling successor of the Gattuso family. Why did you kill Pompey?"

Not to mention that he doesn't understand this matter, even if it is thrown out, I guess no one can figure it out.

Why would an heir who should have been brilliant and brilliant be willing to chop off his own father's head?

The point is that from the beginning to the end, Albert couldn't figure out what Caesar's purpose was? And there was no benefit at all!

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

Caesar lowered his eyes and said in a dull and hoarse voice: "I advise you to stay away from the family. No, Frost, it should be the Gattuso family. It has changed."

"Caesar! You are a sinner now, stop slandering the family!" Damon couldn't stand him in the first place, so he walked out and scolded him harshly.

Albert frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy about being suddenly interrupted.

However, Damon was the candidate chosen by Frost, and he was only there to cooperate, so he had to suppress his unhappiness.

"I was wondering why it was a bit noisy, turns out it was you."

Caesar glanced at him sideways, expressionless, and said, "Damon, Frost sent you here. Is he planning to make you his heir?"

"Caesar, stop talking nonsense!" Damon was immediately furious, pointing at him and shouting, "You are the one who killed the head of the Pompeii family. Why don't you confess your crime and go back with us? How dare you keep quibbling?!"

"Yes, you have become much braver, but your brain is not very good."

Caesar said calmly, "Damon, from childhood to adulthood, you have been nothing more than a dog in my eyes. What qualifications do you have to speak loudly in front of me?"

As soon as these words came out, veins popped out on Damon's face: "Caesar!"

"Don't be so loud, I'm listening."

Caesar didn't even bother to look at him, and said lazily: "Don't worry, even if I am removed by Gattuso, that position will not be yours, stupid dog. Why are you so eager to die?"

"Caesar."

Being humiliated again and again in front of everyone, Damon's face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are no longer the first heir, so stop being so arrogant."

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

Caesar waved his hand, supported his knees and got up from the stone pier. His cold eyes swept across everyone and finally landed on Damon. He hooked his finger and said, "Come on, don't you want to prove yourself? I'm standing here and giving you a chance to kill me."

"you!"

Damon's face suddenly turned purple and his blood vessels bulged.

Does he dare?

Nonsense, of course I wouldn’t dare!

Who is Caesar Gattuso? Since the day he was born, he has been regarded as an honor by the Gattuso family, and even named him "Caesar".

It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, Caesar was covered with glory and honor. Whether it was his way of dealing with people, his temperament, or even his military strength and wisdom, he was always the best among his peers.

"If I say you are a dog, then you really are a dog."

Caesar was a little disappointed. He sneered and shook his head, saying, "Damon, you have never changed from the past to now."

Damon laughed out of anger, staring at Caesar intently, as if he suddenly thought of something, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Caesar, you are so powerful. Why don't you guess how we found you?"

“With Uncle Albert here, it’s no surprise to find me.”

Caesar said lightly, glancing at the gray-haired old man, but without any intention of blaming him.

"I guessed half right, but not completely correct."

Damon said slowly with a sarcastic look on his face, "Actually, it's quite a coincidence. Uncle Albert just came and didn't find any trace of you, but he found a little mouse with very thin dragon blood. Then we followed it and finally found you. Tell me, is this a coincidence?"

Suddenly, dazzling golden pupils lit up, and everyone felt their surroundings go dark.

Even the sun on the seashore seemed to have taken away the dazzling light that should have belonged to it in those blazing eyes.

The suffocating terrifying pressure surged like a tsunami. It was not until this moment that they finally recognized Caesar's true nature. After the gentle and indifferent nobleman shed his image, what was revealed was an extremely tyrannical king!

"Where's Bruno?"

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

"Ha, what? Caesar also gets panicky sometimes?"

Facing Caesar's cold murderous intent, Damon swallowed his saliva, and felt that every pore from top to bottom seemed to be wailing, but he still said with a stiff upper lip: "Bruno? Ah, that little gangster, of course I killed him."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Bruno seemed to have said something before he died."

He pretended to be in deep thought, then clapped his hands and said, "Yes, what are you talking about? You are a man now. Hahaha, that's really funny. What do you think, Prince Caesar?"

"Did you kill him?"

Although Caesar had a blank expression on his face, the cold murderous intent in his eyes was almost so strong that it became tangible.

"Yes, before the little bastard died, he awakened the Word Spirit, Ghost Victory."

Damon looked at Caesar's angry eyes and felt as if all the humiliation he had just suffered was suddenly cleared up. He couldn't help laughing out loud: "In the end, a rat in the sewer is always a rat in the sewer. He thought he could beat me, but in the end, he was beaten to death?"

Albert frowned slightly and couldn’t help but said, “Damon, that’s enough!”

"Very angry? Very furious? Hahaha."

Damon didn't care at all. He liked Caesar's current look and grinned, "Caesar, you are nothing now. Not only did I kill that little thug, I also chopped him into pulp and flushed it into the sewer. This is the fate of those who dare to provoke me!"

Bruno

Caesar lowered his brows, his eyes dancing with flames, and he let out a long breath: "Damon, if you want to anger me, then you succeeded."

"But I will let you know what will happen to those who anger me, Caesar."

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

At the dock of the port, there seemed to be gusts of howling evil wind. Caesar was like a burning volcano, erupting with majestic momentum. In an instant, everyone in the town felt as if they were carrying a mountain. He slowly walked towards Damon, whose face was stiff, and grinned to reveal a row of neat white teeth, looking grim, ferocious, and tyrannical.

No one had ever seen Caesar so angry.

At this moment, he was like an awakened dragon king, whose reverse scale had been violated and was about to be brought down with the ancient and angry divine punishment!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 384: Corpses Thousand Miles Away

Caesar's ferocious golden eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his tyrannical aura was beating around like a sea tide.

The sickle-weasel flying in the air brought back clearly the number of people and positions around it, presenting them clearly in his mind, amplifying his hearing to the extreme.

"One, two, three, seven, eight, just a few people?" Caesar sneered, and with each step, huge power descended layer by layer. The muscles hidden under the windbreaker swelled and squirmed like a python. Invisible pressure enveloped the dock: "Frost and Pompey, you look down on me, Caesar, too much!"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's enough to deal with you!"

Damon's eyelids jumped, and he took a half step back and disappeared into the crowd, waving his hands and shouting, "Come on, just spare his life, don't hold back!"

boom!

The first thing to break the deadlock was a sniper bullet.

The man was hiding in the dark of the ship at the dock. After seeing Damon waving his hand and giving the order, he pulled the trigger and shot a special Frigga bullet, aiming at Caesar's forehead.

But Caesar seemed to have foresight. He tilted his head slightly and easily avoided the sniper in the dark.

The people who surrounded Caesar looked at each other and said, "Attack together, don't hold back!"

Caesar Gattuso is the most outstanding heir of the Gattuso family. They are naturally aware of the danger. Although usually the roles played by Caesar are basically commanders, family heirs, and high-ranking nobles, it does not mean that this nobleman is not good at fighting.

On the contrary, a truly perfect leader is not just excellent in one aspect, but excellent in all aspects.

The same is true for Caesar Gattuso.

"You guys can't take me down!"

Caesar took a step forward, stepped on the ground, and his figure left a shadow in an instant.

An explosive gale blew in his face, and he took a step forward. The howling fierce wind surrounded his body, like a flying sickle-weasel elf, playing and singing a deadly music.

His goal was clear, which was to break the disadvantage of being 'encircled', and the best target was the arrogant Damon!

"Stop him!"

Damon suddenly panicked.

Although he said he was not afraid, his body was very honest, and his bloodline was the most obvious difference!

But it was too slow, and the others could not keep up with Caesar at all.

Almost in an instant, Caesar broke through the encirclement. His five fingers were like iron clasps, strangling Damon's throat, and he pressed him to the ground with an extremely violent attitude.

boom!

The hard concrete floor was instantly smashed into pieces.

His head hit the ground with such force that Damon saw stars. He was terrified and wanted to ask for help from others, but his throat was tightly strangled and he couldn't utter complete words.

"Damon, do you remember what I said?" Caesar held him down with one hand, violent flames dancing in his golden eyes. His cold voice was like a steel knife, scraping across Damon's skin bit by bit: "I will break all your bones one by one, one by one!"

"No, save me!"

Damon's face turned red and purple due to lack of oxygen. The desire to survive made him struggle hard. He looked to the side with bloodshot eyes, trying to ask for help from his companions.

"Caesar, let Damon go!" One of them reacted quickly, pulled out the gun from his waist and aimed at Caesar.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard the sound of wind.

Swish!

An almost invisible breeze blew by, bringing with it a chilly breath as cold as winter.

Then, the man's pupils suddenly shrank and he found that the gun in his hand was broken into two pieces. Judging from the smoothness of the cross-section, it looked as if it had been cut by a water jet.

"I advise you not to move."

Caesar knelt on one knee, holding Damon who was trying to struggle with one hand, and said without turning his head.

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that, at some point, dark blue dragon scales had grown on Caesar's face, and his golden pupils became increasingly fiery, like burning flames, revealing a terrifying aura of brutality and cruelty.

"Everyone, don't move!"

Albert shouted to the others, with sweat dripping down his forehead: "Don't move! It's the wind!"

wind?

Some people didn't quite believe it, but just after taking half a step, their cheeks were cut.

Not only his cheeks, but also his clothes, arms, thighs, and torso were covered with wounds, and soon the man was covered in blood.

It looked like one had stepped into a trap that was invisible to the naked eye but was filled with sharp knives. Although each wound was very small, if one was not careful, once the throat was cut, it could still kill the person, or even be cut into pieces!

Drops of blood flowed down his face, and the man widened his eyes in horror, not daring to move at all.

"Kamakamaitachi, can you do such a thing?" the man asked in horror.

Caesar's word spirit is Kamaitachi, and its effect is to enhance hearing. Everyone knows this information, but can Kamaitachi achieve this level?