Starting from the Dragon Tribe

He remembered that this was his birthday gift when he was nine years old, and he spent a lot of money to customize it.

But no matter how much it cost, it was nothing, because the woman couldn't wait any longer. He still remembered that when the woman split the wooden box to reveal the motorcycle, she touched the top of his head and said, "It feels like a real motorcycle when you ride it." You are a man now, Caesar, show your mother!"

The boy is in a trance, Caesar? Am I Caesar?

But the memory is so profound. He understands his mother's intention more clearly than anyone else. It is not to use money to express maternal love, but that her mother cannot wait for the day when he grows up...from the day he was born. , his mother is destined not to wait until he grows up.

But my mother really wants to see him grow up...

So that day, he rode the motorcycle and flew across the entire garden, landing on the roof of his father's Rolls-Royce, leaving scar-like tire marks on the shiny paint.

His mother cheered loudly for him, and he was very happy. He liked that her mother was proud of him.

The boy stood there for a long time, thinking about various things. He felt a sense of rejection, and finally just shook his head and let out a long sigh.

He got on the motorcycle and picked up a square iron bucket and a bucket of kerosene.

He rode his motorcycle like a horse, drove slowly to the central altar, deftly bypassed all the candlesticks, came to the hexagonal coffin, and poured the entire barrel of kerosene on the coffin.

He had obviously not used his sign language for a "long time", but he was as proficient in using it as before, gesturing to the woman in the coffin.

"Mom, those who have caused you pain will all pay the price for what they have done!"

He held a Zippo lighter and looked down at the woman's face for perhaps the last time. It seemed as if he had repeated this scene countless times. In the end, he just stared expressionlessly, with stubborn determination in his eyes.

Because my mother said that men should not cry, because crying is useless, only cowards cry.

So he thought that he would only cry until he died. At that time, he had exhausted all his strength and had no way out. There was no one around him who could help him. It wouldn't hurt to cry at this time... right?

The boy threw the lighter on the hexagonal coffin. Before the flying flames touched the corner of his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the purple curtain hanging above the church and pulled hard.

This giant curtain covered most of the dome, and its corners blew down to the top of the hexagonal coffin. At this moment, the whole curtain fell, covering the coffin and all the candlesticks. It was as if the sky was tilted and instantly turned into a blazing flame seven or eight meters high.

The fire alarm device was activated instantly, and a curtain of water fell from the sky like a rainstorm, but before the water curtain completely extinguished the fire, the hexagonal coffin would be reduced to ashes.

"Mom...this is the last time I come to see you."

The boy whispered to himself, like some kind of subconscious decision, but also like some kind of farewell from the bottom of his heart.

Between the curtain of water and fire, the Harley motorcycle roared across the central altar, its black silhouette as sharp as a knife!

During the dinner, the tipsy men and women were dancing or clinking glasses, when suddenly they heard the roar of an engine echoing in the long corridor!

They were not allowed to react at all. The thick wooden door was knocked open from the outside. The boy jumped up on his Harley and drove over the dining table filled with wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware, unscrupulously. Knock everything away and crush it.

"Caesar! What are you doing?" someone tried to yell.

"Pay the bill." The boy said coldly, threw the curtain in front of a certain aunt, took out an unnumbered check and threw it on the ground. The signature was in flying Italian.

"Sorry to interrupt your celebration. I just held a cremation for my mother. I probably burned the central altar." The boy looked coldly at the old gentleman who was trying to control the situation. "Uncle, please help me fill in the appropriate I gave the number to Mr. Bishop and told him that although I was grateful for the mass he said for my mother, I didn’t like his accent.”

Frost stared into the boy's eyes and spoke in an extremely stern tone: "You have grown up, you should stop messing around. You are the heir to the Gattuso family, you must know the rules!"

"I see the rules written on your faces," the boy tilted his head. Even though he had seen this scene countless times, looking around at his noble and elegant elders, anger was still burning in his heart.

"But all I want to do is run over it!"

He put the gear into gear, and the motorcycle returned along the way it came, and ran over the entire long table again. After landing, it made another beautiful flick. After going out, it went away along the long corridor, knocking open the carved iron in the basement. door and away along the garden path.

The roar of the four-row pipe can still be heard far away, representing his ridicule to his noble family, powerful parents... and even the world.

But the boy knew in his heart that it was useless. His ridicule was just the barking of a milk dog. Face was worthless to some people. Those in power cared about other things.

It was as if there was a voice in his heart that kept tempting him, asking him to liberate something and execute all the untouchables who dared to transgress and insult his mother!

The elves in the dark night were still conveying to him the sounds in the house, and those dirty elders were still whispering.

"He probably also knows that the family is very happy about his mother's death..."

"In fact, the dead woman was nothing at all... But his son's name was Caesar, which was the name of a great king... What king would let go of someone who made his mother suffer?"

The boy's face was expressionless. He stood in front of the church where the fire was burning. The firelight was flying like thousands of fireflies. He was expressionless, but his anger still had nowhere to vent.

You are right, but it has nothing to do with my name. Whether my name is Caesar or something else, I will never let go of the person who caused my mother pain!

Frost picked up the check and it was signed Caesar Gullweger.

"He actually uses his mother's surname... Is this to deny that he is from the Gattuso family?"

"We are celebrating the disappearance of the surname Gurweig, but it seems that everything is far from over..."

"Such a child wants to inherit the family?"

"We must tame him at all costs. It is not up to us to decide who will inherit the family. It is his blood, his blood that is chosen one among ten thousand!"

There was a sneer on the corner of the boy's mouth, and he said something he didn't think he would say while talking to himself.

"Tame me? But as you said, how can you... match my bloodline?"

The dragon's blood in his body was as hot as a church fire, and his whole body seemed to be boiling.

It was the ultimate pain, and an inexplicable growl came from the boy's throat.

There seemed to be a voice coming from the abyss in my ears, "Come, kill... them all!"

When his mind was in chaos, a dazzling light appeared in front of his eyes, making him unable to open his eyes, and then it seemed that he... opened his eyes.

The dazzling sunlight entered his eyes, and the sound of the partition door being opened was heard in his ears. The cold winter wind blew against his cheek, making him sober up a little.

"Have I slept?"

Caesar sat up and looked at Chu Zihang, who just opened the door.

The crisp sound of awakening bamboo in the courtyard is transmitted into the second room, which is orderly and calming.

"It's almost noon. I don't think Brother Caesar is such an undisciplined person, so let's take a look."

Chu Zihang's face was expressionless, "Are you okay?"

Caesar pressed his forehead with one hand, "It's okay, I just had a rare dream."

He did not accuse Chu Zihang of opening the door without authorization. Although they were not on a mission, if there was anything abnormal, Chu Zihang should indeed come and check.

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar who was sweating profusely and didn't ask at this moment. He originally thought that Caesar was seriously injured during the sparring session with Brother Yuan yesterday.

So he didn't worry about taking a look. If Caesar fell into a coma, he could send him to the hospital in time.

Lu Mingfei is not here, some things are just so inconvenient.

"Where are Brother Lu and the others?"

Caesar got up in his pajamas, ready to take a bath.

"Not back yet, but they shouldn't have anything to worry about."

Chu Zihang didn't contact Brother Lu at all because he didn't think there was anything in the world that could hurt him.

Brother Lu and Eriki went out and had a lot of fun. They were so happy in this world. Not being a light bulb was the first thing a good brother would realize.

"Are you taking the girl out for the night? Brother Yuan knows that he doesn't want to kill someone."

Caesar smiled and complained, after all, Eri was underage in every sense of the word, and the two were not married.

"It's okay, Brother Yuan can't beat him."

Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.

"Haha, Brother Yuan will feel heartbroken when he hears this."

Caesar walked out of the door, "I'm going to take a shower first. Brother Chu, do you want to come with me?"

This is not a strange statement, because there are still traces of sweat stains on Chu Zihang's skin, obviously he has been exercising all morning.

Behind the mansion of the Sheqi Eighth Family, there is a luxurious open-air hot spring, which is very comfortable.

"Getting ready to go."

Chu Zihang has no problem. Anyway, there are no paparazzi from the Information Department here, and there will be no strange rumors.

We are all men, what’s wrong with soaking in a hot spring together?

Ten minutes later, the two of them were leaning on the stone slab next to the hot spring. The butler of the Sheqi Hachi family's residence here brought lunch and sake.

Caesar is quite used to it. After all, he is a person who enjoys things. Chu Zihang has never been so corrupt.

But he had to admit that it felt good to be served. Soaking in the open-air hot springs in winter, eating snacks and drinking with friends was indeed a rare relaxing time in life.

At this moment, the door of the hot spring courtyard opened, and another man with an explosive figure walked in with a towel on his shoulders.

"Hey, I'm taking a dip too."

Lu Chen said hello to the two of them in a refreshing mood. He walked up to Chu Zihang and picked a good spot to soak in without noticing anything.

"You just came back at this time, where is Eri?"

Chu Zihang was a little confused.

Lu Chen waved his hand, "She went to another mansion nearby. She is with Ying. It's not easy for me to follow her."

It is true that he rarely separates from Eriki outside, but this is the territory of the Seraki Hachi family. Japan is relatively safe now. It is impossible for him to take Eriki with him while soaking in hot springs.

"Brother Lu and Eriki went out to play all night and stayed up all night. What did they do?"

Caesar asked with interest.

Could it be?

"Where are you thinking? Eriki said she had never been to an Internet cafe... neither had I, and then she went to play games all night."

Speaking of this, Lu Chen also felt a little sad.

It all depends on a certain deputy director of the e-sports department. When Lu Mingfei was playing games, he once mentioned his glorious days in the Internet cafe. In his words, it was like a small world.

Eriki was fascinated by what she heard and thought it was a mysterious place, so she wanted to experience it.

It is said that it is to experience life, but it is still strange for two people to go to an Internet cafe for a date.

Although... they had a lot of fun at night.

Internet cafes in Japan do not restrict the entry of minors, but they prohibit the sale of violent games to minors. Of course, tobacco and alcohol are not allowed.

Caesar was stunned, but Chu Zihang was silent for a few seconds, "...As expected of you."

"What kind of comment is this..."

Lu Chen changed the subject, "By the way, Brother Chu, how are you? Are you moved by Brother Caesar's various comparisons between gods?"

Now that they are the only boys in private, they can naturally be more free with their words, tone, expressions and demeanor.

When mentioning this, Chu Zihang was embarrassed for a moment, "I suddenly realized that I don't know Xia Mi well, and I don't know what to give her that will make her happy."

Caesar also looked at Lu Chen, wanting to see what Brother Lu had to say.

Anyway, after listening to Chu Zihang's situation, he couldn't come up with any efficient "strategy" suggestions at the moment.

But Lu Chen just took the plate of sushi from the butler behind him with a leisurely expression, "Hey - what did I think it was?"

He finally found the feeling that Brother Caesar had when he was "superior", and he changed from a person being taught to a mentor who taught Brother Chu.

"I just thought Brother Chu that you were struggling, so I didn't say anything. Now that you are ready to take the initiative, isn't it very simple?"

He swallowed the sushi, chewed it twice and then swallowed it directly, "Wouldn't it be great to let Xia Mi come to Japan? You can ask her in person if you can take her out to play."

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect it!

"Brother Lu, I really belong to you."

Brother Caesar also nodded. It turns out that the reckless man's thoughts are straightforward, and sometimes they may be a breakthrough.

Since you can't guess, then don't guess.

Call people over, confront them directly, and launch an offensive.

"As for the school, it's easy to talk about. Anyway, I think Junior Sister Xia Mi doesn't need to go to class. She's too busy. Let her come directly and I'll ask for leave for her."

Lu Chen said grandly that school directors always have some small privileges, and besides, Xia Mi's class is really unnecessary.

It was okay not to know before, but now when I think of a Dragon King sitting in class, pretending to be serious and listening to the teacher talk about alchemy and the history of the dragon clan... it is simply stupid.

He didn't even know what Xia Mi's state of mind was when he was listening to the class, and whether he would have the urge to go on stage and correct the teacher's mistakes.

"That's not good?"

Chu Zihang was a little hesitant, but actually he was a little timid.

"What's wrong? If you do it now, you can still catch up with Brother Yuan's wedding. It's a great time."

As Lu Chen said this, he picked up the special mobile phone he placed on the table and sent a text message directly to Xia Mi.

"I need help with something in Tokyo. Come quickly. I'll talk to the academy."

Both Caesar and Chu Zihang saw what Lu Chen typed. Caesar was shocked, "Brother Lu, when did you become so good at it?"

"What will happen?"

Lu Chen was puzzled.

"This wave is called killing first and attacking later, leaving no escape route or mental preparation for Junior Sister Xia Mi."

Caesar analyzed seriously.

"That's what you're talking about. I'm not stupid. I just explained to you what to do if my junior sister is shy. It's urgent and I'll let Brother Chu give her a surprise when the time comes."

Lu Chenxin said, what do you think I am?

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Chen silently, his eyes seeming to say, "Brother Lu, I didn't expect you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be a bad learner."

"Falling in love really makes people emotionally intelligent."

Caesar looked emotional.

Ding--

"Is it going to be dangerous? Can I take my brother with me?"

Xia Mi replied. Fenrir liked to call her sister, but she recognized him in front of everyone and didn't bother to correct her brother's mistakes.

Caesar was making suggestions from the side, "Brother Lu, overrule her. There is no one with a younger brother on a date. He is not what your hometown calls a brother-supporting demon."

"certainly."

Lu Chen said and replied, "Don't worry, I'm carrying a knife. If anyone messes up, I'll chop him to death. I just have some academic problems and I need help from my junior sister."

Chu Zihang looked at his two friends' operations with a confused look on his face. He was about to figure it out before he even opened his mouth.

Ding--

"Understood, I will take care of the python of the lower world."

Xia Mi agreed readily, which is called "political consciousness". Since he has "surrendered", he must be more diligent.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow at Chu Zihang, "It's done, the rest is up to you, Brother Chu."

Chu Zihang pondered for a moment, "...Brother Lu, Brother Caesar, have you ever thought about where we should go to play?"

This sentence directly stopped Lu Chen and Caesar.

What place would the Dragon King like?

Lu Chen originally wanted to say that Chu Zihang could visit Tokyo along the same route he and Eriki took before, but Xia Mi was probably not interested in any of this, right?

Chu Zihang sat in the middle. In the end, Lu Chen and Caesar both raised their hands and put them on his shoulders. They looked serious and said almost in unison, "You can only rely on yourself from now on!"

Chu Zihang held his forehead, and sure enough, it was unreliable to expect Brother Lu and Brother Caesar to make suggestions.

"Brother Caesar, what happened to you yesterday? Why don't you look so good?"

Lu Chen looked at Caesar and revealed this. They had already provided the assist, and Chu Zihang could only rely on Chu Zihang for the rest.

Caesar picked up the ceramic wine glass and took a sip of sake, "...I haven't been in a good state lately, and I had a nightmare last night."

In fact, he couldn't quite recall the details of the dream, but he always felt... it wasn't a good dream.

Dreams are always such a magical thing, it's hard to recall the details once you wake up, and as time goes by, maybe just an hour or two, it becomes more and more blurry.

But if you have the same dream, the next time you dream, you will realize that you have seen it all.

"Is it very common lately?"

Lu Chen asked.

"Although I can't remember clearly, I should have had the same dream many times."

With Caesar's personality, he would not be willing to tell others such things, but the two people in front of him were indeed rare good friends.

And he had a vague feeling in his heart that he should communicate this matter with others, not only to respond to his friend's concern, but also for something... he couldn't name.