Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 399 The King of Sky and Wind
The silver moonlight shines on the luxurious dining table, which is covered with silver candlesticks, each candlestick is decorated with rose petals, and the bright red petals are shining brightly under the fire, like a glowing garden.

Even though the candle's fire was exposed to the sea breeze, it didn't shake at all, as if an invisible glass cover covered the flame.

A black-haired teenager in a black suit, holding a knife and fork, elegantly cuts a piece of meat from a grilled lamb chop.

The boy looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was sitting in the main seat.

There were a total of five people sitting at this dining table, a handsome middle-aged man and a beautiful blond girl sat on the boy's right hand side, another serious middle-aged man and a white-haired old man sat on his left hand side.

After waiting for the boy to move first, they picked up the knife and fork beside the dinner plate.

"Very complex seasoning." The boy opened his eyes after chewing carefully, "You humans do have a unique talent for enjoying."

"As long as it suits your appetite." The handsome man sitting on the boy's right hand smiled, raised his tall wine glass, and took a sip. The wine glass contained mellow red wine with a strong aroma of wine.

"I like your cultural diversity. Even if there are only a few hundred years apart, completely different cultures will be born in the same place. Hundreds of years later, the people who once built the order turned into a handful of loess, and the old order was destroyed. Overturned, a new order is established by new people, your history is like a cycle that will not repeat."

The boy wiped his mouth with a napkin, raised his high wine glass, and the waiter standing beside him poured wine for him with both hands holding the wine bottle: "Unfortunately, every new order that is born is just a flash in the pan and cannot be maintained for a long time. .”

"The history of mankind is the history of war and renewal." The white-haired old man sitting on the left hand side of the boy smiled: "That's why we are eager for innovation."

"I don't care how ambitious you are, as long as I can achieve my goal in the end." The boy took a sip of wine, his dark eyes reflecting the candle light like obsidian.

"I think our cooperation will be very pleasant, the king of the sky and the wind." The well-dressed girl raised her wine glass.

"I hope so." The boy and the girl clinked glasses and drank the wine in the glasses.

The waiter brought out plates and plates of Italian dishes, and the young man only took a sip of each dish. Most of the time he was shaking his wine glass, looking at the distant sea with deep eyes.

It wasn't until the flame of the candle on the candlestick flickered suddenly that he looked back and said softly, "The person we were waiting for is here."

The sea breeze blows the white sails, and the bow of the sailboat swings in circles of water waves, sailing in the quiet night.

Caesar dons waterproof goggles and gestures to those around him.

When the time for diving came, the men in black diving suits stood up one by one and jumped to the surface of the sea. The reef blocked the splashing waves from the free fall.

The sound of the tide came from the ear, Caesar was submerged by the tide, and as far as the line of sight was, there was boundless darkness.

But whether there is light or not does not affect his judgment of the position of the ship and the team members.

Speech Ling, the weasel, the weasels that are invisible to the naked eye swim in the water, and tell him the voices that others cannot hear.

He quickly found all the team members, fifteen of them headed by him, lined up in a herringbone like wild geese, swimming in an orderly manner under the sea.

They have a tacit understanding, like a well-trained army.

The sickle weasels got out of the sea and moved with the wind.

Caesar heard the movement on board, the clash of knives and forks, the clinking of wine glasses, and someone was dining on the deck.

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There were only about a dozen people on deck.

The wind penetrated the open window, and there was the sound of pages being turned. The captain in charge of the helm yawned, as if he was flipping through a magazine to relieve boredom.

Everyone on deck, great opportunity!

Caesar gestured to Nuonuo, signaling her to go to the captain's room to deal with the captain, and he led the others to raid the deck.

Nonobi made an OK gesture and floated up towards the direction Caesar pointed.

Caesar also led the rest of the people up towards the deck.

Be fast, it's blitz!

More than a dozen heads emerged from the sea and took out the hook rope around their waists.

The metal claws firmly bit the wooden hull. They pulled the rope vigorously to ensure that they would not fall off. Then they stepped on the side of the hull and climbed up the rope.

Caesar took a deep breath, pulled off the goggles, and took out the Desert Eagle from the tactical bag.

The magazine is filled with Frigga bullets, which only have anesthesia effect and cannot kill people.

After getting mentally prepared, he waved his hand to make an assault, and he was the first to jump onto the deck as the leader.

But when he jumped up, he suddenly thought of one thing. Kamaitachi didn't hear any voice, but how could those sailors who were drinking on the deck not speak?

The most important thing for sailors on a long voyage is to get together to chat, spank and drink, but the people at that table didn't even say a word.

He believed in Kama Itachi too much, and his speech spirit never made a mistake.

When he passed through the barrier made by the wind, he finally discovered the abnormality. The picture he saw outside the barrier was actually different from what was inside the barrier. It was some kind of unheard of blindfold method!

But it was too late, the people on the deck all looked at this side as if they knew he was coming.

The applause sounded, and Caesar glanced at the familiar face.

Pompeo Gattuso, the man sitting at the table, applauded him.

"Great tactics, Caesar, you are indeed the appointed successor of the family." Pompey said.

Caesar's team members boarded the ship amid applause and pointed their guns at the people on board.

But Caesar stopped them with his hand and whispered, "Put the gun down."

"But, boss!"

"Put it down!" Caesar yelled.

The cadres of the student union were overwhelmed by his roar and put down their M4 rifles.

Caesar stared at the black-haired boy across the dining table.

The sickle weasels knelt down and shivered in front of the boy, as if they were worshiping a tyrant.

After the student union cadres put away their guns, the boy turned his head and looked at the sea, holding the wine glass with two fingers, looking calm and calm.

The weasels returned to Caesar like pardoned prisoners.

He had a hunch that if they continued to point their guns at the boy, they would die here.
"You knew I was coming?" Caesar looked at Pompey.

Beside Pompeii, sat a blond girl, whose face was as delicate as a statue of a famous Greek master. She looked like a 20-year-old, but had the eyes of a 30-year-old woman. She was wearing the makeup of a European lady, and she was wearing an expensive waist-pinch skirt. , covered with a fur waistcoat.

But this is not Pompey's new date, if it were, the girl would now be sitting on Pompey's lap, and what Caesar saw was the girl and Pompey separated by a gap of three seats.

Judging from the seating arrangement, the real core of this dinner was the boy.

Caesar could feel that the young man was dangerous. When he and the young man looked at each other, there was a tingling sensation of a sharp knife being pressed between the eyebrows, and his heart seemed to be tightly clenched.

Who the hell was that? He had never heard of anyone who could make the "Scythe Weasel" have this abnormality.

The only way he knows that can interfere with the spirit of words is the vice principal's "discipline", but the performance of "Samma Itachi" is not sealed by the "discipline", it is more like "Samurai Itachi" is afraid of himself.

Just as he was guessing the identity of the boy, Pompey spoke.

"Is this necessary between us? My dear Caesar, in fact, I have always wanted to be a good father," Pompey wiped away the non-existent tears with a handkerchief.

"It's still too late, as long as you arrange a ship for us and take us to Chicago, you will be my good father." Caesar said coldly.

"If this can repair the broken father-son relationship between us, of course I would, but Caesar, you just want to take advantage of Dad's love for you, so I refuse."

"It's as if we really have some feelings between us." Caesar snorted coldly: "I only have one condition, the people who send me leave safely, and ensure that they will not receive any punishment."

"Yes." Pompei nodded: "But son, you should understand that this is not free."

"I will accept the arrangement of the family."

"Okay, as expected of my son, one person does things and one person is responsible."

Pompey smiled and clapped his hands, and a group of men in black walked up to Caesar.

"Take Caesar's friends to the airport in Genoa, use my Global Express, I must say, the flight experience is like sleeping in a five-star hotel, you sleep well, wake up Then you'll find yourself at the airport in Chicago."

"Boss"

The cadres of the student union looked at Caesar reluctantly.

"It's not that I'm dead, we can get together again when we have a chance," Caesar said.

The cadres have complicated expressions and are very helpless, and nothing can be changed by them alone.

"There are 13 people in total. Fortunately, my Global Express can fit them." Pompeii narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the student union cadres being sent to the other side.

"There are 14 people, and a girl went to the captain's cabin. You must ensure that they all leave safely." Caesar said in a low voice.

"No, it's 13. That girl, I mean, Chen Motong, she has to stay." Pompeii said meaningfully.

"What do you want to do!" Caesar stepped forward suddenly, staring into Pompey's eyes, so excited that his golden pupils ignited.

"Don't get me wrong, kid." Pompei patted his hand away, pointed at the serious middle-aged man opposite him and said, "Let me introduce you, this is Chen Motong's father, the head of the Chen family."

Caesar frowned, looking at the serious man in plain bamboo clothes.

"Nuo Nuo's father?" He had never heard Nuo Nuo talk about her family. He only knew that Nuo Nuo attended the preparatory class in BJ. After graduation, she was rated as A-level mixed race and entered Kassel directly.

Some students who also studied in the preparatory class like Nuonuo said that Nuonuo came from a big mixed-race family, and she was very arrogant when she was in the preparatory class, and even the teacher couldn't control her.

Caesar once asked Nuonuo about this matter, but Nuonuo prevaricated and changed the subject vaguely. He could see that Nuonuo didn't want to talk about it, so he stopped asking ignorantly.

Is this man really Nuonuo's father?If so, why would he appear here?

The Patriarch of the Gattuso family and the Patriarch of the Chen family are meeting tonight, what exactly are they going to talk about?
Caesar had a bad feeling.

At this time, Pompey cast his eyes at the door of the captain's cabin.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Chen Motong to confront it in person."

The door opened, and Nuonuo came out of the room.

She was handcuffed with her hands behind her back, and it was Passy who escorted him.

"Miss Chen, please forgive my rudeness." Paxi took out the key and unlocked Nuonuo's handcuffs.

Nuonuo shook her hands, and glanced at Paxi with lingering fear.

When she entered the cabin, she immediately saw Percy who was dozing off on a chair.

She thought she could easily subdue this man who looked like a "kidney deficient son", but what she didn't expect was that the speed and strength of the "kidney deficient son" were far better than her A-level hybrid.

The strength of the two is not at the same level, and she was almost crushed and subdued.

The last time she encountered such a situation, she went to provoke Lu Mingfei.

"You are not injured, Nuonuo." Caesar hurried forward and held Nuonuo's hand.

"I'm fine, but...it looks like your plan to hijack the ship is about to fail." Nuonuo shrugged and glanced across the deck.

When she saw the man in bamboo cloth, she suddenly froze.

"Long time no see." The man turned his head and glanced at Nuonuo indifferently. There was no such thing as fatherly love in his eyes.

"I don't want to see you." Nuonuo curled her lips, speaking in a voice that only she could hear.

Pompei came over and patted Paxi on the shoulder: "Thank you, Paxi, go to rest, remember to take the medicine on time, you will feel better after taking the medicine, and it won't be so uncomfortable."

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your concern." Percy saluted Caesar and Pompey respectively, then turned and left.

"Your friends can return to Chicago tomorrow morning, but tonight's night is very long. We can talk slowly at the dinner table." Pompey invited Caesar and Nono.

Caesar and Nuonuo looked at each other and followed Pompey to their seats, and they had no room to refuse.

Several speedboats picked up the student union cadres and sent them to the airport, and the rest were evacuated from the deck.

The waiter brought new wine glasses for Caesar and Nuonuo. The two seats were close to each other, directly opposite to the boy. Before they came, these two chairs were ready.

"I know you have a lot to ask." Pompey said, "But before that, I have to introduce guests to you."

"This one is Elisabeth Laurent, 22 years old, the school manager of Kassel." Pompeo introduced the girl beside him, "Her family is one of the largest syndicates in Europe, engaged in mining and finance, Gattuso The family donates the highest amount to Kassel College every year, and the No.2 is Lisa's Laurent family."

"Hello." Laurent waved, with a sweet smile on his oval face.

"Chen Motong's father, I won't introduce much."

"The old man next to Father Chen, he is a member of the first generation of Lionhearts, Friedrich von Roon, an old friend of Angers."

"I have a good relationship with Anger. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Long stroked his beard.

"Haha, Long, you really know how to joke." Pompei laughed: "Finally, allow me to introduce our distinguished guests grandly."

Both Caesar and Nuonuo consciously focused their eyes on the young man opposite them, but Pompey's next words made them stunned.

"He is the noble first generation, the king of the sky and the wind among the four dragon kings!"

The young man turned his head slowly, his pitch-black eyes turned into lava-like red gold in an instant, and the terrifying coercion was released.

Caesar's weasel was suddenly activated, it wasn't a weasel, it was a vampire!
Hot blood flowed, piercing his skin, and the bright red blood turned into a crimson sickle weasel, surrounding the boy's body, sending out sharp cheers.

(End of this chapter)