Chapter 445 The local mixed-race people are really too impolite!
As dusk settled and the city lights began to twinkle, Secretary Percy, who had been busy all day, finally returned to his hotel suite.
He followed Caesar almost every step of the way today, went to the Chen family's residence, and spent the whole day wandering around the Summer Palace.
Because he was unpopular, he could only linger at a distance, like a superfluous shadow.
Watching Caesar and Nono walk side by side, sometimes tilting their heads to chat and laugh, sometimes stopping to admire the scenery of the lake and mountains, and sometimes calling him over to be a tool for taking pictures.
In addition, he always maintained a just-right distance, neither losing sight of them nor disturbing them.
Even during dinner time, he simply stood silently outside the restaurant to avoid spoiling the two people's enjoyment by showing up, so that his stomach was already empty.
His hearing was good, and he heard Nono telling Caesar to invite him, this "tool," in to eat together. Caesar, however, arrogantly replied that if he wanted to come in, he could, and no one was forcing him to stand outside as punishment.
He's such a spoiled young master.
Back in his room, he immediately compiled all that he had seen and heard that day into an encrypted report and sent it back to Italy.
Frost replied quickly, with only a few words: "Keep an eye on it."
Percy deleted the reply, got up, and headed to the bathroom.
The warm water washed over my body, cleansing away my fatigue, but it couldn't wash away the heavy emptiness in my heart.
Soaking in the bathtub, he thought about the current predicament of the Chen family and the possible ways the Gattuso family might intervene. Perhaps by joining forces, the two families could temporarily resist the pressure from the mixed-race family and the forces behind Lu Mingfei.
But this game is too big, with too many variables.
Moreover, how much did all this planning and scheming have to do with him, the war machine he created, and Caesar, the seemingly glamorous but equally powerless heir to the family?
They are ultimately just pieces on a chessboard, moving according to the will of the player, unable to control their own destiny.
Even though Caesar thought he was rebelling, it was only the result of his family's indulgence. In reality, everything he did was still firmly under the family's control.
However, Caesar was lucky.
He at least enjoys the favor of the elders, and now, by a twist of fate, he has a positive connection with Lu Mingfei.
Even if the Gattuso family's ship were to capsize in the future, Caesar could still find a foothold by leveraging his new network of connections.
And he...
Percy shook his wet blond hair, deciding to stop thinking about these unsolvable problems.
After drying himself off, he casually wrapped himself in a white bathrobe, the ties not fully tightened, revealing his well-defined collarbones and a firm chest that, while not nearly as flamboyant as Caesar's, was almost as large as Xia Mi's.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
“Room service!” came the polite voice of a waiter from outside the door.
The dinner he had just ordered must have arrived. He grabbed a towel and dried his head, then quickly walked to the door and turned the doorknob without thinking much about it.
However, just as the door was halfway open, Passina's almost beast-like intuition, honed through countless life-or-death experiences, suddenly sent him a startling alarm!
wrong!
The person standing outside the door wasn't a hotel waiter at all!
Percy moved aside the towel that was partially obscuring his view, revealing an exceptionally tall and robust man.
The other person was wearing a white chef's uniform from the hotel kitchen, which was so tight on him that it looked like it might burst at any moment from being stretched by his bulging muscles.
His head was covered by a thick layer of black stockings, which distorted and blurred his face, with only his eyes revealing two dazzling points of light as intense as molten gold.
That was... a golden eye burning to its limit!
The person who came was Fingel. He had originally planned to put a KFC bag over his head, but the cleaning lady was quick and had already taken away the trash in his room.
The nearest KFC was a bit far, so in order not to delay the task assigned by Lu Mingfei, he simply used his traditional skills and sneaked into the hotel staff area to "borrow" the largest size chef's uniform and some black stockings from some female employee.
She casually knocked out the real waiter who came to deliver the food, and then, in her place, she transformed into the head of room service and personally delivered the food to the room.
When Percy opened the door, Fingel's mouth, hidden beneath his black stockings, grinned, revealing two rows of dazzlingly white teeth, making him look like a black man addicted to marijuana.
"Thanks, bro!"
Without giving Percy any time to react, Fingel smiled, grabbed the edge of the food cart with both hands, and pushed and flipped it forward!
The heavy metal food cart, like a runaway bull, slammed into the half-open door.
With a loud crash, the door was kicked open.
The silver plate lids, steaming steaks, soups, salads, and delicate desserts on the food cart were like a swimming pool after the Philippine fish-frying team had entered the water, raining down on Pasi, who had just come out of the bath and was only wrapped in a bathrobe!
Percy's eyes turned slightly cold. Despite the suddenness of the event, as a war machine painstakingly cultivated by the Gattuso family, his reaction speed and physical coordination had long surpassed the limits of ordinary hybrids. He successfully dodged by slightly shifting his body to the side.
Scalding soup flew across his cheeks, and steak and plates shattered against the wall and floor behind him, splashing juice and shards of porcelain.
Just as Percy dodged the food, the burly bandit wearing a black hood rushed into the suite, howling.
He let out a low growl, then swung the heavy metal food cart, which carried the aroma of steak, and slammed it down on Percy's head.
If this hits hard, even a mixed-race person would have to stay in the hospital for ten days to half a month.
Faced with this purely violent attack, Percy did not retreat but advanced!
The dormant dragon blood within him boiled instantly, like gasoline being ignited, and a powerful force surged through his limbs and bones. V8, you know!
His right leg lashed out like a steel whip, so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage in the air!
"Bang!!!"
A dull bang echoed through the suite.
Pacina's seemingly sleek long legs actually kicked the heavy food cart so hard that the middle of it dented and twisted, sending it flying backward like a crushed soda can. It crashed heavily onto a nearby cabinet, bounced off the ground, and made a series of clattering sounds.
“The bird isn’t big, but it’s quite strong.” Fingel didn’t try to salvage the unfortunate food cart. His golden eyes swept meaningfully over the hem of Percy’s bathrobe, which had become slightly loose due to his movements. He spoke in a deliberately disguised rough voice with a hint of mockery.
Upon hearing this, Percy's face remained completely expressionless, as if the other person wasn't mocking him at all.
Deep within the icy blue eyes, a spark of gold spread rapidly like wildfire, eventually transforming into two burning golden pupils.
At the same time, his seemingly well-proportioned body beneath his bathrobe visibly swelled up slightly, becoming engorged with blood and hardening... and bulging!
Without a word, she grabbed a decorative antique-style blue and white porcelain vase from the nearby entryway cabinet, flicked her wrist, and the vase, like a guided flying toy from a landlady, smashed into Fingel's face!
Fingel tilted his head, and the porcelain bottle flew past his twin ponytails, which were covered by his black stockings. Without even looking, he reached back and caught the vase, which was about to fly out of the room and crash into the hallway outside.
At the same time, he hooked his other foot back and slammed the suite door shut with a "bang".
Lu Mingfei said not to make too much noise. The soundproofing of this hotel's luxury suite is excellent. As long as the battle doesn't spread to the corridor, even if half of the room is torn down, people outside may not be able to notice it in time.
The two pairs of golden eyes met, and in an instant, they reached a tacit understanding, neither of them immediately using their powerful and terrifying incantations.
"Bang!"
The two charged into each other simultaneously, staging a close-quarters, fast-paced attack in the luxuriously decorated and fairly spacious living room of the suite, relying purely on physical strength, fighting skills, and reaction speed!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of fists and feet clashing echoed like a rapid drumbeat, resounding wildly throughout the room!
Percy's fighting style is calm and efficient, with each strike aimed at vital points. His movements combine the elegance and sharpness of classical European swordsmanship with the ruthlessness of modern combat, showcasing both skill and stats.
Fingel's disguise as a black-stockinged kidnapper is a completely different style. He is like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, whose main move is to fly with great force!
His attacks were nothing fancy, just the simplest and most direct straight punches, hooks, uppercuts, straight punches, and even the "Restore My Beauty Punch" and "Friendship-Breaking Punch"!
And every punch contains explosive power, strong enough, explosive enough, and powerful enough to make that Pasi kneel down and be tied up to be Xing Nuli's mouth and teeth!
The two figures flashed, intersected, separated, and collided again at high speed in the living room.
Wherever they went, they left a trail of destruction!
The expensive solid wood coffee table was smashed to pieces by Percy's sweeping kick, the decorative paintings hanging on the wall were knocked down by flying wood chips, and the heavy leather sofa was smashed through by Finger's punch, causing the filling inside to burst out.
The smooth wall was even punched hard by Fingel, leaving a clear dent, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from the center of the punch mark!
With Lu Mingfei's reminder, Fingel already knew that Percy was a punching bag that he could beat with confidence and was absolutely invincible, so he was not surprised by his strength at all.
Percy grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He had already used almost all of his normal strength, but the perverted kidnapper opposite him, with a black stocking over his head and a wicked smile on his face, was like a monster who knew no fatigue and was completely unfazed by their clashes.
Percy knew very well how strong he was, enough to easily tear apart steel plates, but when he hit his opponent, it was as if he had struck a titanium alloy steel plate, producing only a dull thud, and the opponent was completely unharmed except for a slightly dirty hem of his clothes.
But the opponent's fist was as heavy as a battering ram, and every time he blocked it, his arm went numb and sore!
Where did this pervert come from?!
Not only did they dare to kidnap someone right under Lu Mingfei's nose, but they were also terrifyingly strong.
Could he also be a member of Lu Mingfei's gang?
The body type doesn't match!
And why would Lu Mingfei suddenly attack him for no reason?
Could it be that the Gattuso family's intention to support the Chen family has been exposed, so the mixed-blood ancient clan sent people to capture them as a warning or as a bargaining chip?
Various thoughts flashed through Percy's mind like lightning. His keen hearing suddenly caught a strange sound: a recitation that was suppressed to the extreme and was almost like a delirium.
It's dragon script!
Is this guy about to unleash a Word of Power?!
Percy's pupils contracted sharply as he saw the burly bandit in black stockings ahead, whose distorted facial features seemed to reveal an even more ferocious smile.
Immediately afterwards, they saw the other party's already burly and strong body suddenly swell up again as if it were being inflated!
His muscles bulged like granite, tearing his already worn-out chef's uniform with a "rip," revealing his exposed skin with a bronze sheen. A primal, savage, and oppressive aura swept out like a storm!
Word of Power: The Bronze Throne!
At this moment, Fingel seemed to have transformed into a Bronze Saint, with all his attributes soaring!
"Pegasus Meteor Fist!"
Fingel roared and unleashed a barrage of punches at Percy, twice as fast as before.
Percy's expression changed slightly. He had not expected his opponent to be so unsportsmanlike, suddenly activating this self-enhancing Word of Power during close combat, catching him completely off guard!
If you have such a powerful Word of Power, why didn't you use it sooner? Why are you still pretending now?
He wanted to retreat and create distance to buy time to unleash his Word of Power, but Fingel's punches were too fast and his attack range was too large, relentlessly attacking like a parking lot that had destroyed a tornado.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Thud!"
In the rush, Percy pushed his fighting skills to the limit, desperately blocking and dodging.
But several heavy punches still penetrated his defenses, slamming into his shoulder blades and ribs.
The feeling wasn't like being punched, but more like being hit by a speeding truck; excruciating pain shot through you instantly, and your bones groaned in agony.
He felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing that his fierce attack was effective, Fingel's eyes shone brightly with golden light, and he unleashed another powerful punch.
However, just as his merciless punch was about to land, a hand silently blocked his path and caught it steadily.
"Have you had enough?" Percy slowly raised his head, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes looking at a dead man.
Fingel's fist was grabbed, and he looked puzzled.
Beneath the bathrobe, Parsey's previously muscular body seemed to have been freed from some kind of restraint. His muscle fibers writhed and bulged like living creatures, and fine scale patterns were faintly visible beneath the skin of his exposed neck and cheeks.
Those golden eyes became even more dazzling, the vertical pupils contracted to the point of needles, radiating a pure dragon-like coldness and ferocity!
Yesterday, I took the medicine and forcibly suppressed the dragon blood that was showing signs of going out of control. But now that the medicine has worn off, the dragon blood warrior with the super limit, which originated from a forbidden experiment, is showing his ferocious appearance!
Moreover, this is only the tip of the iceberg of the Gattuso family's war machine, not its full strength!
"Holy crap, you can do double transformation too?!" Fingel's eyes, hidden beneath his black stockings, widened in anger, as if to say, "You little brat, are you sore loser that you're cheating?"
Before the elite monster could complete its second transformation, the fist that had been grabbed suddenly broke free, and the five fingers, like hooks, gripped Pasi's wrist!
"You thought you caught me?" Fingel sneered. "It's me who caught you!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly straightened his left fist behind him, his arm like a fully drawn bow suddenly released, and the fist, with a terrifying force like shattering mountains and splitting rocks, slammed into Percy's face again. The wind from the punch made Percy's golden hair fly backward!
However, this time, Parcy was even faster!
His golden eyes, like those of a dragon, coldly stared at Fingel, and his right hand, though slow, reached out first to block the black-stockinged kidnapper's iron fist once again!
A cold, mocking glint flashed in Percy's eyes. He was about to retort with a sarcastic "Have you had enough?" when he suddenly sensed something amiss!
The black-stockinged pervert holding his wrist seemed to be hiding something extremely thin and sharp, which pierced his skin!
Immediately afterwards, a strong tingling sensation, like an electric current, spread rapidly throughout the body along the pierced wound, carried by the boiling dragon blood within!
It's Friga anesthetic!
Percy's alarm bells were ringing. He had undergone the most rigorous drug resistance training, and ordinary doses of anesthetics and even poisons had limited effect on him.
But this is a specially formulated, potent Friga anesthetic!
"You shameless!" Percy wanted to shout, but his tongue was already going numb and his voice was becoming slurred.
"What are you babbling about? You'll get a couple of head smacks!"
Fingel chuckled, seizing the opportunity to finish him off, grabbing Percy's hands and pulling him sharply toward himself.
Percy was under the influence of the anesthetic, his lower body was unsteady, and he was pulled forward uncontrollably by this huge force!
"Bang!"
With a sickening thud, Fingel delivered a vicious headbutt that landed squarely on Percy's face!
The skull, imbued with the power of the Word of Power: Bronze Throne, was as hard as an alloy. Percy felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if a million bronze bells were ringing in his ears at the same time. Intense dizziness and pain instantly overwhelmed his consciousness.
The bridge of my nose seemed to be groaning under the strain, and warm liquid flowed down my nasal cavity.
He never expected that this guy, who was abnormally strong, would fight in such a despicable and vile way!
The local mixed-race people are so rude!
However, that's not all!
Fingel gave Percy no chance to catch his breath, pulling him closer again with renewed force!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Three more ferocious headbutts followed, each impact producing a muffled thud that sent chills down your spine!
Percy's handsome face was now covered in blood, and the light in his golden eyes quickly dimmed and faded.
The potent anesthetic took full effect, and with the continuous blows, he could no longer maintain his consciousness, which he had tried so hard to keep, and his body went limp as if his bones had been removed.
Carrying the unconscious Percy, Fingel shook his head, his vision blurring. A hole had been torn in the black stockings on his forehead, revealing the bronze-colored skin beneath.
He rubbed his swollen forehead and muttered, "This guy's head's pretty hard..."
He didn't dare to delay. He scanned the room, which looked like it had been ravaged by a tornado, went to the bedroom, tore off the sheets and duvet cover, and skillfully used the torn sheets to twist into ropes to tie up the completely unconscious Percy, before wrapping him tightly in the blanket.
Reaching the door, I cautiously observed the situation outside. After confirming that no one was coming out to check, I pulled over the large suitcase by the door, changed out of my clothes, and stuffed Passy, who looked like a spring roll, inside.
"So these gene warriors from the Gattuso family are nothing special~"
He changed into a well-dressed, elite-looking outfit, humming a little tune as he dragged his large suitcase downstairs.
(End of this chapter)
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