Magnetic field Valkyrie Lu Mingfei

Chapter 24 Gattuso's Pride
If it is said that Caesar Gattuso is the one with the purest bloodline of the Gattuso family, no one will agree with this point of view.

But to say that Caesar Gattuso is the best successor of Gattuso in all ages, no one would object.

He is like sunshine, inadvertently infecting those around him.

The evaluation of him is almost all positive, such as "perfect", "excellent", "handsome" and so on. The proud student council president is also ashamed of him.Only a small number of people are jealous of his brilliance, and privately cast aside his "worship of money" and "excessive pride".

Such an extraordinary existence is now deeply troubled by a piece of news.

Caesar stood in the shower, and the warm water from the nozzle hit him and turned into a stream of water.

He was thinking about the information about the 'tyrant' given by the family.

The 'tyrant' named Lu Mingfei declared war on mixed race organizations all over the world two weeks ago.

Even those revived dragon kings had never done such irrational behavior.

As the heir of the Gattuso family, he understands the power of the mixed-race family better than ordinary mixed-races.That is a power that even the Dragon King cannot ignore.

Although he was shocked by this man's courage, Caesar had already guessed his fate.

Until I read that document.

He kept comforting himself, telling himself that bloodline is not the criterion for measuring everything, but his heart was still hit hard.

Whether it's killing the next generation like chopping melons and vegetables, or casually killing observers ten kilometers away.This is beyond Caesar's understanding of hybrids. Is there really such a strong hybrid?

With him, do we really need us 'dragon slayers'?

He turned off the switch, wiped his body with a towel indiscriminately, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he came out, Caesar saw the guy sitting on his leather sofa at a glance.

It was just from the back, but he also instantly recognized who that person was.

"Why are you here? Pompeii Gattuso!" He frowned, quite dissatisfied with the violation of his private territory.

Pompeii on the sofa put down the beach photo album in his hand, and turned to look at his son.

"Oh, dear Caesar, your reputation is known to everyone from Kassel to Gattuso. I want an autograph from this year's ski champion for my new lover."

Tying the towel around his waist, Caesar said coldly, "Don't talk about such nonsense, how could you fly from Cuba to Chicago for a lover. What are you here for!"

Pompeii immediately shouted, "At least my girlfriend really wants my precious son's autograph. Of course, there are other things." He waved his hand, "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Boss Jin just sneaked into Kassel, and he doesn't want to be kicked out without saying anything."

Caesar turned his back to Pompey and said as he put on his clothes, "Is it a family matter? It has something to do with Lu Mingfei? They can just ask Percy to leave a message directly. There is no need for you to disgust me."

Pompey didn't answer directly, but seemed to be thinking, until Caesar's buttons were all buttoned up, and his voice came slowly.

"Well, it has nothing to do with the family, it's my personal matter. But it does have something to do with Lu Mingfei."

The location of the sound didn't change, but Caesar, with his sensitive ears, still heard something wrong.

Why are there footsteps approaching?

Finding something was wrong, he didn't turn back directly, but opened the domain of Kamaitachi and perceived it backwards.

Nothing at all!

His sickle weasel was directly blocked.

"Scythe Weasel is a more practical speech spirit, but if you haven't advanced to the Blood-Drinking Real Scythe, then there are too many ways to interfere." The voice still came from the sofa, but the footsteps had already reached the back.

Caesar turned his head suddenly - there was no sign of Pompey on the sofa or behind him.

Pompeii's voice came from all directions, and the weasel domain also collapsed silently.

"Dear son, you are really excellent, and you found out that something was wrong so quickly. It is Gattuso's pride to be able to release the weasel without singing. It's a pity. You are the pride of 'Gattuso'."

Nothing happened, but Caesar passed out directly, and the next moment, his body also disappeared into the room.

It wasn't until Kaiser was absent from the student union the next day that no one discovered his disappearance.

Inside the ice cellar, Caesar opened his eyes.

The dazzling incandescent light made him close his eyes again, and the tightness of his body made him react instantly.

He was kidnapped.

Pompeii?Or someone else impersonating him?
"You are awake, the operation was a success." Pompei said from the side.

"Don't make such silly jokes, what's your purpose of tying me here! Are you Pompeii?" Caesar said angrily.

"Well, let's just say I'm Pompeii, but Pompeii's not me. You can call me The Macallan if you mind. Hey, that's a nice name, it's definitely my favorite whiskey."

Caesar struggled to get up, but his body was firmly fixed on the reclining chair behind him.

"Get me off McAllen. You know what you did?"

"Kidnapping Gattuso's heir? I'm also Gattuso's patriarch anyway, so it's no problem to take my son out of school for a walk. Besides, I've treated you well, and tied up so many layers for you. This ice cellar It’s so cold, if it wasn’t for me, you would definitely be shaking right now.” McAllen approached Caesar with a smile, and stroked Caesar’s blond hair with his hand.

"You really deserve to be Caesar. Do you know that among all the mixed races in the world, only your blood is the most similar to Ned Hogg. It is more similar than the four monarchs." McAllen admired, "If Gattuso and the others If it really succeeds, you will be the most qualified existence to become the new king except for 'Wedge', and even the Dragon King can't compare to you."

"It's a pity that I was also responsible for your birth. How could I let you obediently become Gattuso's tool? For me, you also have an extremely important role."

"What are you going to do!" Caesar, who had received a lot of information, was terrified. Pompeii or McAllen knew so much, but he was arrested at this moment, and he must be using himself as a prop to achieve an 'important role'.

"Srustling ~ rustling ~"

It was the sound of clothes falling off, but at this moment, it seemed extraordinarily weird.

　The body of Macallan was used, not that of Pompeii.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)