Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Frost is dead.

The news spread across the mixed race world like an earthquake.

It happened so suddenly and absurdly that representatives of the family, who had just reached a cooperation agreement with Frost not long ago, called in panic to confirm, but Caesar hung up the phone directly.

While the rest openly mourned the death of Mr. Frost, privately they were talking about the fact that the old guy who looked down on everyone arrogantly was finally dead.

Once he died, the Gattuso family lost a backbone, and they had the opportunity to eat a few pieces of meat from this behemoth.

This matter is extremely complicated even within the secret party. To be honest, no one likes Frost. This little guy is obviously a junior in the eyes of the elders, but he is always radical. This is like a sheep fighting. , not likable at all, with his businessman’s style and calculating tone.

The elders like Beowulf who truly consider themselves dragon slayers look down upon him.

The elders who, like him, put their family first but disguised themselves as dragon slayers, laughed at his stupidity.

He was an unsociable being in the secret party, and was regarded as a businessman who was always willing to spend every penny. However, this businessman died on the battlefield.

The Gattuso family angrily vowed to destroy the enemy at all costs. They hoped to use the capabilities of the secret party, and the senators did not refuse.

It is unimaginable to imagine the strength of these people who could sneak into the academy silently and even leave safely after killing Frost and attempting to assassinate Angers.

The senators were happy to see the Gattuso family take the initiative.

What's more, the man currently sitting as the leader of the secret party is called Caesar Gattuso.

Angers himself did not object, he just chatted with Caesar for a long time.

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When Lu Mingfei rushed back to the college from Chicago and took a special plane from the school to Italy, it was already the second night.

"Lord, please rest in peace for the dead and let the light of eternity shine upon their spirits."

“Lord, your children sing your name in Zion and your supremacy in Jerusalem.”

"Lord, listen to our prayers. All of us will eventually come before you and accept your judgment."

"Lord, please show us mercy."

Verdi's "Requiem Mass", the loudspeaker system repeatedly played this mourning chorus, the song echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as a stray bird.

Lu Mingfei walked into the church slowly, Hui Liyi held his hand and held a bouquet of white flowers in the other hand.

This is Milan Cathedral in Milan. Not long ago, the Pope personally presided over Frost's funeral. It had the same specifications as Caesar's mother. There was a choir of 500 people. Nearly 10,000 people entered the church to watch the ceremony. Heaps of white roses were sent out. There are several hills.

This grand and solemn funeral had just ended, and the mourners gradually dispersed. The old Gothic church seemed particularly empty, with violet curtains hanging from the dome, and handfuls of white roses illuminated by candlelight.

But when Lu Mingfei walked into the church, there were still many elites lingering outside the door.

Because it was a sudden funeral, they came in a hurry but were reluctant to leave. They all wanted to get to know the young man who would take over the power of the family after Frost's death.

Frost is dead, and all their efforts on him have come to nothing. If they want to continue to maintain ties with the Gattuso family, they must greet the new leader.

But the new leader didn't seem to be interested in them and had no intention of meeting any of them.

The central altar is filled with silver candlesticks, each filled with six lit white candles, like a field of glowing thorns.

In the center of the thorn bush is an exquisite hexagonal coffin, whose cover is made of crystal clear glass so that mourners can clearly see the face of the deceased.

That aging face still looks pale even after makeup.

Since when did the man who was always chasing after him become so old?

Caesar sat quietly next to the coffin, leaning on it, just like he had been lying on the hexagonal coffin lid many years ago, looking at the woman inside.

As time has passed, many things have changed, including the guests who attended the funeral, the Pope who presided over the funeral, the church that he burned down many years ago, and even the people lying in the coffin.

Only him.

He could only stand outside the coffin and watch another close relative leave.

Lu Mingfei walked to him and saw Frost's pale face through the crystal glass.

Eliyi placed the bouquet in her hand on the hexagonal coffin lid. She put on a black dress and a black veil today and stayed quietly beside Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei loosened the collar of his black suit, pulled Eli Yi and sat beside Caesar on the steps.

"Boss, are you okay?" he asked in a low voice.

"fine."

Caesar smiled and said he was fine.

He also said in a relaxed tone, "I have been waiting for this old guy to die for a long time, and now my stallion dad is the only one left. When the day he dies, I will have a grand swimming pool beer Patty to celebrate. These annoying old guys are all going to hell. When the time comes, you two don’t forget to come and participate.”

Lu Mingfei remained silent.

The eldest brother sat in front of the coffin and said with a smile that he was fine, just like the adults who laughed and greeted the passing guests at the old man's funeral.

He said he was fine, but Lu Mingfei knew that people in this world who were really troubled never said they were fine. They just smiled and swallowed the prickly pain bit by bit.

Perhaps it’s because the pain is so extreme that I no longer have the urge to share it with others. It’s enough for me to taste this kind of pain alone every night for the rest of my life, so why spit it out and share it with others?

And it seems that once you say it, once you cry in front of others, it seems that you have lost to the pain and yourself.

So you have to endure it, you have to toss and turn alone in the deserted night, and you have to digest this heartbreaking pain alone.

In this way, he probably has grown up.

Lu Mingfei was absent-minded for a moment, but soon he regained consciousness and listened to the rare chattering of the boss beside him.

He said that his uncle was not a good person, he was a capitalist through and through, and a businessman who was against Principal Angers and others.

His uncle only had family in his mind, and he wanted to move all the good things to the Gattuso family and make the Gattuso family the emperors who rule the world, so there is no problem in saying that he is an ambitious man.

He said that his uncle had never been lovable. Many people hated him but had to smile flatteringly at him for money. Even his nephew did not like him. He felt that the old guy was hypocritical and greedy for power. He shouted I really want to go back to the countryside and be free from the world, but I can't stop for a moment, stirring up trouble and rain...

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There are a lot more.

Caesar said a lot tonight.

Lu Mingfei heard the boss say countless bad things about Frost Gattuso and put many hats on the latter. It seemed that he really hated the old guy in the coffin from the bottom of his heart. There was nothing about the latter that could make him Favorite place.

But Lu Mingfei noticed that the prefix of every sentence he said was "his uncle".

Caesar suddenly paused. He looked silently at the cold coffin, inside which lay his uncle who was also cold.

He said softly: "But he is my uncle. No matter how bad or annoying he is, he is still my uncle. Maybe he is still one of the people who loves me most in the world."

At that moment, Lu Mingfei seemed to be able to see the sad and turbulent aura released from the boss's whole body, slowly immersing the entire cathedral.

They sat on the steps of the central altar that night, raised their heads, and looked at the deep night sky through the mosaic glass dome window.

There were no stars that night, dark clouds rolled and gathered in the sky over Milan, their color was as heavy as lead, and crows cawing monotonously on the top of the church.

Caesar talked about the broken images that emerged from the depths of his memory, images that he himself had forgotten.

Lu Mingfei just listened quietly.

He became a qualified spectator again tonight.

In fact, he has always been a good audience.

Caesar told him not only about his past with Frost, but also about the latest news and intelligence.

He said that when he was packing up his uncle's belongings, he found a letter that his uncle had left for him.

It seemed that his uncle had anticipated this day and had prepared such a letter for him in advance.

Caesar suddenly asked Lu Mingfei, in the original timeline, did Frost Gattuso also die at this time?

Lu Mingfei shook his head and said no, it would be much later, and Frost should have died in the hands of Odin.

Caesar nodded and reminded him softly that the flow of fate seemed to have been deflected. He must be more careful and not be careless because he thought everything was under control...

After a moment of silence, Caesar continued to talk about the letter.

The letter said that if he left suddenly, he must be careful of counterattacks within the family. It would be best if Pompeii was willing to come back to lead the family, but if he was not willing, then Caesar would take over the position of head of the family in advance.

There is a list at the end of the letter.

It is marked on the family's internal and external allies, who can be trusted, who needs both kindness and power, and which guys can be used and cannot be trusted. In times of turmoil, their heads must be taken first.

Also be careful with the Elder Council.

Frost said in the letter that what the elders were thinking about was no longer the future of the family, but themselves. They were a group of old guys lying in the medical room all day long. Between their new life and their family, they could no longer maintain the bottom line. .

Caesar suddenly paused, looked at Lu Mingfei, and whispered that maybe they had found the real person behind the scenes.

Even if those elders are not behind the scenes, they definitely have a deep connection with it.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Caesar was silent for a while, and then asked him if he heard it. Lu Mingfei was also silent for a while, and said he heard it.

Except for the three of them, there was no one else in this cathedral. Patsy was guarding the door, but someone was holding a dinner in the hall not far away.

This is the custom of the church. After the funeral is over and the mourning guests have been sent away, the family members will gather together and the priest will preside over a mass and then receive Holy Communion.

They exchanged glasses of wine, and the sound of glasses clinking against the wall was heard frequently, clear and sweet, with a woman's delicate laughter and a man's gentle invitation.

The banquet was in accordance with the etiquette, but it was a little too lively. It was noisy and joyful, and it seemed like a grand celebration.

Just like before.

Caesar smiled and said: "The same thing happened to these guys at my mother's funeral back then, and my uncle was among them, so I have always hated him, hated them, and the entire family. I didn't expect it to be like this today. If my uncle can still wake up, I will laugh at him. Those people treat him no differently than my mother. He thinks he is the center of the family, but in the eyes of some people, he is just a roadblock."

Lu Mingfei also smiled, because he heard panicked screams. The underground water pipe suddenly burst and splashed water, turning the elegant gentlemen and ladies into embarrassed drowned rats.

Eriki asked curiously: "Were you like this back then?"

Caesar looked outside the church and still smiled and said: "I didn't have this kind of power back then, so I could only ride a motorcycle, break into their dinner, rush to the table, crush the wine glasses and plates into pieces, and all the The smiles on their faces, but now..."

"Now?" Eriyi tilted her head.

Caesar Gattuso raised his head and took a deep breath.

He used his mastery of the water element to destroy the surrounding underground water pipes, turning the originally festive dinner into a farce, just like before, but with some differences.

"Now that I am the head of the Gattuso family, I need some of them to help me share the power and better control this behemoth, so I can no longer tear off my face as unscrupulously as I did when I was a child." Caesar chuckled. He said, "But you can still do some small tricks. Even if it is known, as long as it is not exposed, everything will be forgiven."

"I don't want to fall out with them. They don't dare to fall out with me, and they don't want to fall out with me. That's probably it."

Eriyi whispered: "It's so complicated."

Caesar laughed. He looked at the girl with dark red hair who was somewhat similar to Nono. They even suspected that she was related to Nono by blood. He said gently:

"Yes, this world is actually divided into many levels, some are beautiful and some are ugly, and those people's world is complex and ugly, full of compromises and dirty deals. Don't go into their world, Eriyi, stay on the road with peace of mind It’ll be nice to have Mingfei by your side.”

"In some places, it's enough for us to have been there."

Eliyi nodded and hugged Lu Mingfei's hand tightly.

Lu Mingfei gently scratched the tip of her nose and asked the boss in a low voice, since the elders of the Gattuso family had problems, should he lead someone to directly cremate those old guys with fire? If that doesn't work, you can just fill it with cement.

Caesar shook his head calmly.

At that moment, his eyes were so deep that no one could understand what he was thinking.

He seemed to have completely transformed and grown up overnight. The boy who was childish in middle school, yet sensitive and slender in his heart suddenly became calm and mature.

After returning from Japan, he gradually gained a sense of stability that had accumulated over time, but this stability was somewhat mixed with a little naivety. Just like those illusory dreams, the castles in the air were not reliable.

And at this moment...

Caesar's eyes suddenly fell into a trance.

There was once a person who hoped that Caesar could grow up quickly, that he could understand the cruelty of this world and stop being naive, that he would stop being sentimental and learn to be strong...

Caesar still clearly remembered that person who said that it only takes a moment to build a hatred, but it takes many years to build a love.

How long does it take to realize a love?

It turns out that after many years I finally believed you loved me, but it was at your funeral.

Caesar looked around the church, which had been burned and rebuilt by fire, as if he had returned to that night many years ago.

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The stubborn boy drove his beloved Harley-Davidson motorcycle to smash the wooden door, let out the most rebellious roar of a street boy, and ran over the dining table in front of everyone.

The man sitting at the end of the long table stared into the boy's eyes, with a stern and majestic voice. He said, Caesar, you have grown up and you should stop messing around. You are the heir of the Gattuso family and you should learn to abide by the rules of the family. .

The boy driving the motorcycle raised his head proudly.

He said he saw the rules written on their faces, but all he wanted to do was run over them!

He doesn't care about family rules at all, because his name is Caesar Gullwig!

The moment the boy turned his head casually, the man at the end of the long table silently picked up the compensation check he threw on the table.

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Caesar, who was sitting on the steps, was suddenly startled.

Thinking about it this way, during his childhood, his uncle had always been harsh to him mixed with a little gentleness, more like a strict father than a biological father.

When did his attitude towards himself change and he became tolerant without any bottom line?

Is it since mom died?

Did he realize that his family owed him something?

Or do you realize that after the death of that woman, there will be no one in the world who can be so infinitely tolerant and doting on Caesar Gattuso?

Caesar was lost for a long time.

He knew clearly that he was destined to never get a real answer to this question.

He lowered his head and unfolded the crumpled envelope in his arms.

At the end of the letter, his uncle left him two sentences.

——I know you don’t like the current Gattuso family, but maybe you can make it what you like.

——Now, it’s your turn to set the rules for your family.

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Hey, old man, as you wish, I'm--

Caesar Gattuso.

I wish you all a happy new year and may you be rich in 2023!