Chapter 469 I brought quite a few people; to be fair, you should also bring more.
A convoy of extended luxury limousines, like a black limousine, drove through the streets of Rome.
As the convoy passed, other vehicles gave way, and pedestrians cast curious or awe-inspiring glances.
This undisguised extravagance and arrogance reveals the flamboyance of the old-era mafia.
Ten streets of Rome, ask around and find out who's the boss!
Lu Mingfei leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, turned his head and whispered in Erii's ear:
"See that? This is the style of the Gattuso family, the wealthy landowners of Rome. Their ancestors started as one of the most notorious mafia in Italy. They later went out of business, but they still haven't lost their traditional skill of flaunting their wealth."
When he went to Japan disguised as Su Enxi's representative, the procession sent by the Snake Clan to pick him up was similar to this.
Erii nodded in agreement: "It was around the same time my brother took me out to play."
This actually fits her stereotype of gangsters quite well. After all, when she was still a caged bird in the Genji Heavy Industries building, she would be taken out to eat, drink, and have fun once or twice a month by Genji.
The car was led by crows and yakshas, with Genji driving her and Sakura, followed by several black Mercedes-Benzes.
It's not about protecting the people inside the car, but about protecting the innocent civilians outside. We don't want Erii to accidentally get overwhelmed and cause her to blow up Tokyo.
She blinked her rosy-red eyes as she surveyed the historic city of Rome outside the window:
Is the Mafia about to start a new battle for the Rings?
"Did Caesar return this time because he defeated Sawada Tsunayoshi, the Tenth Boss of the Vongola, and his crew in Japan, and now he's back in Italy to become the Grand Boss of the Mafia?"
Her worldview remains chaotic, a bizarre blend of reality and anime.
Lu Mingfei not only didn't correct him, but also seriously cooperated with the deception, lowering his voice to say:
"Tsuna isn't actually that weak. Before, Caesar was just putting on a brave face and didn't bring anything, so he couldn't beat that overpowered guy with death flames coming out of his head. I guess he's going back to Italy this time to bring the Gattuso family's designated cheat code and then go back to Japan to fight the Tenth Vongola."
"Whoever wins will capture Reborn's heart and become a winner in life."
Erii's eyes lit up: "Amazing!"
One dared to speak, and the other dared to believe. The two seasoned otaku sat in the back seat of an expensive luxury car, seriously discussing the long-standing love-hate relationship between the Vongola and Gattuso families.
The discussion ranged from the relative strengths of the Vongola Rings and the Gattuso Steel Slug to the question of whether the "Ten-Year-Later Rocket Launcher"—a super-advanced technology—truly existed. It then extended to imagining that the Vongola were actually descendants of a defector branch of the Gattuso family, destined to one day be overthrown by Sawada Tsunayoshi and his Vongola family, reclaiming their throne as the Italian Mafia Godfather…
The driver was an elite specially selected by the Gattuso family; he spoke five languages and could naturally understand their conversation.
Looking at the two distinguished guests in the rearview mirror, discussing the most childish topics with the most serious expressions, he felt speechless, as if black lines were sliding down his forehead.
What does a nerdy comic artist like me know about the mafia!
The Gattuso family's glory is completely different from those childish stories!
He was utterly speechless, but he dared not show any sign of anything amiss, not even a twitch of his lips.
After all, the two young people sitting in the back row are figures that any leader of any organization in the world must take seriously.
It can be said that they are the most powerful and dangerous human male and female known in the world.
These two combined are no different from killing the Dragon King and killing chickens.
Someone as insignificant as him could probably die without any resistance if the other party simply moved a finger, without even knowing how he died.
Actually, there is a soundproof partition between the front and rear seats of this car, which can be raised by simply pressing a button.
But Lu Mingfei didn't turn it off, and the driver, having listened the whole way, dared not turn it off on his own initiative. He could only listen to Lu Mingfei relentlessly slandering and distorting the history and current situation of the Gattuso family.
This journey was pure mental torture for the driver, whose mind was forced to be filled with absurd and unfounded stories such as "The Gattuso family rose to power by selling ditch," "Pompey's grandfather sold ditch to Mussolini," "Pompey became the head of the family by selling ditch to the Elders," and "Frost became the acting head of the family because he sold ditch to Pompey so he could have affairs outside the family." He could only stare intently at the road ahead and try to become deaf.
Fortunately, Erii didn't understand and asked, "What is a ditch?" Lu Mingfei lied and said it was a large iron hook that a pirate captain had attached to his severed hand.
Because gangsters often fight with knives, and some members frequently harbor rebellious or malicious intentions towards their boss and sister-in-law, it's easy for them to lose hands or feet.
These hooks, which could be used as both weapons and daily tools, were very popular among the amputee gang, and the Gattuso family made a fortune from them.
In the future, someone even invented a "shopping spree" to better sell hooks.
Erii is not naive; she's incredibly clever and suspects that Lu Mingfei is trying to trick her.
He said "I see" aloud, but secretly he wrote it down, planning to ask Xia Mi about it later.
It's often said that big breasts mean no brains, but Xia Mi is the type who is exceptionally intelligent.
And since she's so good at flirting, she must know what she means.
Gouzi Literature has come to a temporary end, and the torturous journey is finally nearing its conclusion.
The convoy left Rome and drove up a scenic mountain road, entering a highly private area.
The road is lined with meticulously manicured gardens, and as far as the eye can see, there are lush green forests, a vast and boundless sea, and classical buildings that are faintly visible in the distance, all of which demonstrate the wealth and power of the owner of this place.
This entire area belongs to the Gattuso family; their wealth is simply inhuman.
I suggest finding a street lamp and cosplaying as a Teru Teru Bozu doll.
The group of nine people traveled in four cars.
Caesar, being the future ruler of Gattuso, naturally rode in the lead carriage with Nono and Ricardo.
Following closely behind were Lu Mingfei and Erii, then Chu Zihang and Xia Mi, and finally Fingel and Percy.
The convoy eventually drove through a huge wrought iron gate and slowly came to a stop in front of a magnificent hillside castle main building.
The castle, nestled against the mountain and beside the water, is a classic example of Italian Renaissance style and is as beautiful as a scenic postcard.
The vehicle came to a stop, and everyone got off one after another.
As the family's senior secretary, Percy should have been responsible for receiving and arranging important guests.
But this time, he was also one of the accompanying personnel, and even served as their spoils for a period of time, making his position somewhat awkward.
Fortunately, Frost knew that Lu Mingfei was up to no good, so in order to show that he valued him, or rather, to avoid giving him an excuse to lash out from the start, he chose to personally greet the guest.
It must be said that if only Lu Mingfei and Erii were visiting, Frost's attitude was quite respectful.
The European regent came out to greet him; he had already shown considerable humility.
However, considering that Caesar, the rightful heir to the family, was also returning this time, and was leading the way, then in the eyes of outsiders, Lu Mingfei could be seen as just someone who came along.
This reveals, to some extent, the Gattuso family's deep-rooted pride and Frost's extraordinary intelligence.
No matter how powerful the world's greatest dragon slayer is, in front of these aristocratic families with long-standing traditions, he is nothing more than a nouveau riche with empty power, and they don't need to lower themselves to deal with him.
Of course, the Gattuso family is a newly rich family that has risen in recent centuries. In the eyes of other mixed-race families, they are a bunch of fools who wave money around and say they are stupid and rich. They are just tough, fast, and accurate with guns, the kind of people who can beat a master to death.
Therefore, one must be strong to succeed, otherwise one will be severely reprimanded.
Caesar's mood was not pleasant as he stepped onto the familiar land that had never brought him warmth.
When he saw Frost standing at the door with a forced smile on his face, his wrinkles almost squeezing his features together, he became even more displeased.
In particular, when he keenly noticed the barely perceptible furrowing of Frost's brows as his gaze swept over Nono and Ricardo, who was curiously peering out from her arms, an unnamed fire instantly ignited in his heart.
This old man is still the same; he always looks at people as if they are merchandise, with a nauseatingly judgmental gaze.
Will you die if you don't subscribe to the theory of bloodline?
Frost wanted to go over and say something to show his concern, and also check if his ambitious but impractical nephew had been injured in the series of major conflicts.
But Caesar didn't give him that chance at all. He simply reached out and grabbed Nono: "Come on, I'll take you inside for a tour."
He beckoned to Lu Mingfei and the others who had just gotten off the car, and pulled Nono along as they walked straight past Frost, ignoring Frost's frozen smile and slightly annoyed look, and headed toward a path lined with flowers on both sides of the castle wing.
Frost was so thoroughly ignored that his face turned ugly, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.
It seems that Pompeii's lecherous genes were too stubborn, causing even the rebellious Caesar to become obsessed with matters between men and women.
For the sake of a woman, he didn't even give his uncle any face in front of so many outsiders and servants.
He cursed inwardly, but when he saw Lu Mingfei and Erii walking over, he forced down his anger and forced a seemingly enthusiastic but actually somewhat fake and reserved smile to greet them.
"Lord Lu Mingfei, and Miss Uesugi, welcome to the Gattuso family! I've long admired your names, and seeing you today, it's truly a case of a young hero emerging!" Frost extended his hand to greet Lu Mingfei, rattling off his pleasantries effortlessly.
Lu Mingfei didn't refuse; since they had come to him of their own accord, there was no reason to turn them away.
The instant their hands touched, an invisible yet vast spiritual power, as boundless as the starry sea, spread throughout Frost's entire body, scanning him from the inside out.
Learning from past mistakes, Lu Mingfei didn't want to see Frost and Chen Tianmu suffer the same fate, their brains destroyed by the erupting spiritual seeds before they could even get the crucial information out.
The scan results were instantly fed back into Mingfei's brain. Frost's physical attributes were superior to those of ordinary hybrids, and his mental strength was also not weak. However, there was no spiritual seed or imprint of Odin in his body, nor any trace of other dragon kings entering or leaving.
Although his soul is tainted with the decay and stench of capitalism, it is still essentially a human hybrid.
Very well, it seems he really is a useless mascot who has been pushed to the forefront and has been made a fool of all. He probably doesn't even know who Odin is or where he is.
Frost was completely unaware that he had just been thoroughly examined inside and out, and was still trying his best to flatter her and gain some favor.
“Mr. Frost.” However, Lu Mingfei interrupted his incessant pleasantries, released his hand, and wore an inscrutable smile:
"I brought so many people with me this time."
He pointed to the cold-faced killer Chu Zihang, the Slaven Dragon King Xia Mi, the Flame Dragon Slayer Fingel behind him, as well as the rebellious nobleman Caesar and the lock-picking expert siblings Nono, who had already walked some distance away.
“To be fair…” Lu Mingfei’s smile deepened, with a hint of honesty that a gentleman cannot deceive: “You should also call out more people.”
Frost was taken aback, somewhat bewildered, and glanced around at the twenty or thirty black-clad waiters and guards surrounding him:
"Isn't this enough?"
Even when other wealthy businessmen and political figures were invited to this gathering before, the scale was no more than this.
Lu Mingfei glanced at the black-suited bodyguards, who stood like background figures with wary eyes, and casually pointed to Xia Mi, who was arm in arm with Chu Zihang, curiously examining the castle:
"This number isn't enough to defeat this female Tyrannosaurus Rex."
Suddenly being called upon, Xia Mi glanced at Frost, pouted, and looked uninterested. She continued to examine the castle, which seemed very suitable for the Queen to live in, thinking about how she could build one as her own love nest in the future.
She had already carefully sensed this area on her way here. The space was stable, without any chaotic interplay of reality and illusion, and she did not detect any fluctuations in the aura of Odin or his puppets.
If the Nibelungs exist here, they cannot escape her perception.
Unfortunately, this appears to be just one of the Gattuso family's publicly accessible residences.
From the information gleaned from Percy's memories, it was clear that this hillside castle didn't have many secrets; even the family's secret training base and laboratory were located far away.
Lu Mingfei was too lazy to waste words with Frost, so he turned his head and gestured for Fingel to come over and be his mouth-sucker.
For the first time in all these years, Fingel has come face to face with one of the culprits who caused his life and death separation from his partner and loved ones. His fists, as big as casserole dishes, are itching to fight.
The petty squabbles with Parcy earlier couldn't quell his inner rage; instead, they made him feel like he was tasting blood, fueling his vengeful, murderous rage.
Frost certainly knew who Fingel was. He was the strongest student at Kassel College, even more outstanding than Caesar and Chu Zihang. However, a mission he was not well prepared for ruined him and his team. From then on, he became a well-known good-for-nothing in the college.
When the Greenland Sea mission failed, he kept an eye on him for a while, hoping he wouldn't hold a grudge against the academy's higher-ups because of the board's guidance and do anything irrational.
Fortunately, he is very sensible.
He has been well-behaved for many years, and although he has lost a sharp spear, at least he doesn't have to worry about him turning against him.
"You must be Fingel, right? I heard from Angers..." He showed a hint of admiration, wanting to offer a few words of encouragement, but unexpectedly, this usually carefree but suddenly serious super-repeater interrupted him:
"Didn't you understand? Boss Lu wants you to bring over the secret weapons you've been hiding and those old fogies who are actually in charge behind the scenes."
"So that when a fight breaks out later, you won't be able to fight back and you'll be beaten too badly, and others will think that we, the dragons, are bullying you because you're old and weak."
(End of this chapter)
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