If Caesar Gattuso was the one with the highest purity of bloodline in the Gattuso family in history, no one would agree with this view.

But if we say that Caesar Gattuso was the best heir to Gattuso in history, no one would object.

He was like the sun, inadvertently infected the people around him.

Almost all of his evaluations are positive, such as "perfect", "excellent", "handsome", etc., and the pride of the student president is ashamed of him. Only a small number of people are jealous of his glory and privately despises his "gold-worship" and "over-pride".

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

Caesar stood in the shower, and the warm water spilled from the spray head hit him and turned into a stream of Gugu water.

He was thinking about the family and gave information about the tyrant.

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

Even those revived Dragon Kings have never done such irrational behavior.

As the heir to the Gattuso family, he understands the power of the hybrid family better than ordinary hybrids. It is a power that the Dragon King cannot ignore.

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

Until I finished reading that information.

He kept comforting himself and told himself that bloodline was not a standard for measuring everything, but he was still hit hard inside.

Whether it is killing the next generation seeds like cutting melons and vegetables, or killing observers ten kilometers away casually. This is beyond Caesar's understanding of mixed-race species. Is there really such a strong mixed-race species?

If he exists, do we "dragon slayers" really need?

He turned off the switch, wiped his body randomly with a bath towel, 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 a back, but he also instantly recognized who that person was.

"Why are you here? Pompeii. Gattuso!" He frowned, and had a considerable degree of dissatisfaction with the invasion 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 from Cassel to Gattuso is known to everyone. I asked for an autograph from this year's ski champion for my new lover."

Tied the bath towel around your waist, Caesar said in a cold voice: "Don't touch these boring things, how could you fly from Cuba to Chicago for a lover? What exactly are you here to do!"

Pompeii immediately shouted injustice, "At least my female companion really wants the signature of my baby son. Of course, there are other things." He waved his hand, "Don't worry, it won't make you embarrassed. I took great effort to sneak into Cassel, but I didn't want to be kicked out without saying anything."

Caesar said while putting his clothes on his back, "Is it a family matter? It has to do with that Lu Mingfei? They can let Pasi leave a message directly, there is no need to let you disgust me."

Pompeii did not answer directly, but seemed to be thinking. Until Caesar's buttons were all pressed, his voice slowly came.

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

The position of the sound did not change, but Caesar, who had a sensitive ear, still heard something wrong.

Why are there footsteps approaching?

When he found something was wrong, he did not turn back directly, but opened the domain of the sycamore and sensed it backwards.

Nothing!

His sickle weasel was blocked directly.

"The Scythe is a more practical language spirit, but if you have not advanced to the true sickle of blood-drinking, 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 around suddenly—Neither on the sofa nor behind him was Pompeii.

Pompeii's voice came from all directions, and the field of the sycamore collapsed silently.

"Dear son, you are really excellent. You discovered something wrong so quickly. You can release the schizartaro without chanting. It's worthy of Gatuso's pride. Unfortunately, you are the pride of "Gattuso"."

Nothing happened, but Caesar fainted, and the next moment, his body disappeared into the room.

It was not until the next day that Caesar was absent from the Student Union that someone discovered his disappearance.

In the ice cellar, Caesar opened his eyes.

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

He was kidnapped.

Is it Pompeii? Or someone else who pretends to be him?

"You woke up and the operation was very successful." Pompeii said from the side.

"Don't make such boring jokes, what's the purpose of tieing me to this? Are you Pompeii?" Caesar said angrily.

"Well, I'm Pompeii, but Pompeii is not me. If you mind, you can call me McAllen. Hey, this name is good, it's definitely my favorite whiskey."

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

"Let me go McAllen. Do you know what you did?"

"Kidnap Gatuso's heir? I am the head of Gatuso's family after all. There is no problem taking my son out of school. Besides, I'm not bad to you, I've tied you up so many layers. The ice cellar is so cold, if it weren't for me, you would have trembled all over now." McAllen smiled and approached Caesar, and his hands stroked Caesar's blonde hair.

"You really deserve to be Caesar. Do you know that in all the mixed races in the world, only your bloodline is most similar to Niedhog. It is more like the four monarchs." McAllen exclaimed, "If the Gattuso really succeeds, you will be the most qualified person to become the new king except for the 'weedge', and even the Dragon King cannot compare to you."

"It's a pity that I have a part of your birth. How could I make you a tool for Gattuso? For me, you also have an important role."

"What are you going to do!" Caesar, who received a lot of information, was frightened. Pompeii or McAllen knew so much, but he captured himself at this moment. He must have used himself as a prop to achieve an "important role".

"Swish~Swish~"

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

It was McAllen's body, not Pompeii.
Chapter completed!