Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"I advise you to give up the idea of ​​going in. There is a person in this building that I can't even see through. I'm not sure if he noticed me, but I suggest you leave as soon as possible."

The man with his eyes closed in the passenger seat of the Aston Martin convertible said calmly.

Lying on the steering wheel, Pompeii quietly looked at the cathedral not far away under the night sky, where a funeral was held tonight, and lying in the coffin was his brother.

He didn't like this younger brother because he was stubborn and stupid, and was nothing like him and their damn dad.

To be honest, there was a time when Pompeo doubted whether Frost was his biological brother, but his father said that Frost inherited his mother's genes, but Pompeo didn't think so, because his mother was not stupid, she was just stubborn. As long as she is stubborn and decides on one thing, she will not hesitate to carry it out throughout her life, just like she decided to marry her dead father and be a good wife.

Frost's stubbornness is reflected in his loyalty to his family.

Pompeo taught Frost many times publicly and privately that he should know how to be flexible and not to stay away from marriage for the rest of his life just because his first girlfriend died. Is it a trick for her to obediently take off her clothes and lie down on the bed?

It’s okay if the little girl takes her seriously, why do you still take her seriously?

If you take another 10,000 steps back, you can't be blocked by yourself!

But this stupid brother not only blocked the door himself, but also welded iron bars on the windows.

Well, God can't open the window this time.

He said that he would devote the rest of his life to the family that gave birth to him and raised him, but in the end?

Was he killed near Caesar's bedroom by the enemies who had sneaked into Kassel?

Ridiculous, Pompeii could guess with just his feet that Frost's death must be related to those moths within the family!

A fool who devoted his life to his family was betrayed by his family. He is truly a fool.

"Is it possible that the one inside is the Black King?" Pompeii said lazily, his voice slightly hoarse.

"No, it's a first-generation species I've never seen before." The man whispered, "I can't see his depth. Leave as soon as possible. You don't want to face him."

"A first-generation species that you haven't seen before?" Pompeii thought, "Brother Ao, a first-generation species that you haven't seen before, could it be the White King? The people who just entered seemed to be Lu Mingfei and Uesugi Eri, and Uesugi Eri She inherited the blood of the White King, and I suspect that she has already obtained the blood and bones of the White King."

"A descendant of the White King?"

The man called "Brother Ao" was the resurrected body of King Arthur that Pompeii brought out from the tomb in Western Z, China.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about another one."

"Lu Mingfei?" Pompeo frowned, "In your eyes, is that child dangerous?"

"I can't see through him. That's the crux of the problem." The man said every word. "I can't even tell whether he is dangerous or not. Even Frisius can't give me this feeling."

"Is it because you are incomplete now?" Pompeo probed, "You also said that your current state is very wrong."

"...It's possible." The man muttered.

Pompeii patted his shoulder with relief and said: "It's okay, it's just a split soul. It's such a big deal. Old O, you have to hold on. You are the hope of our mixed race!"

The man glanced at him sideways and said coldly: "Anyone who was smooth-tongued in front of me back then was dragged down to death by me as a traitor."

Pompeii's eyes widened and he said: "The treacherous minister provoked you, and you treat the treacherous minister like this? Juebi will not be able to reap the benefits from you in the future!"

"Your brother is dead, and you still have the time to make trouble with me?" The man frowned.

The guy next to him was very strange. He said he had an out-of-character personality, but he could see that he was cold-blooded in his bones. But if he even turned a blind eye to the death of his own brother, then he could no longer be described as cold-blooded.

"Death is death. Who in this world can avoid death?" Pompeii leaned back on his seat and said lazily, "Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that death is nameless and has no meaning to this world. "

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's interesting. Death is indeed not terrible. The terrible thing is that our death can't change anything. Does your brother's death change anything?"

Pompeii was silent for a moment and looked towards the main hall not far away: "It's hard to say. I personally feel that his death is of no value at all, but as far as the results are concerned, my son seems to have grown up a lot because of his death."

"Your son?"

"Caesar Gattuso, my son, is sitting there."

"Caesar?" The man narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want him to be the Julius Caesar of the past?"

"That's what those old guys really planned." Pompeii said in surprise, "You also know about Caesar?"

"There is a part of my memory that belongs to Arthur." The man whispered, "My state is very complicated. In a sense, Arthur and I have merged into one."

"I guessed it, so I gave you a new name, Odin Pendragon! Orpan for short!" Pompeii grinned, showing his white teeth.

The man was silent for a while, seeming to collect his thoughts.

"Aren't you going?" he urged.

"Go, go, go!"

Pompeo adjusted his white suit, looked at the handsome man in the rearview mirror, sighed with contentment, started the car, and drove away.

"You dressed up carefully and went out to buy a white dress, but then you left without even sending a flower?"

As soon as the car turned away from the cathedral and headed towards the suburbs, the man asked suddenly.

Pompeii said angrily: "Aren't you the one who urged me to leave?"

"I'm not your father, why do you listen to me so much?" The man said lightly, "I'm very curious about your relationship with your brother."

"Mr. Opin is so gossipy?" Pompeo asked without turning around.

"What does gossip mean?"

"Well, I'm just very interested in other people's family affairs, and I go everywhere to inquire about other people's private information."

The man nodded to indicate that he understood, and said calmly: "Then I am indeed gossiping. The reason why I was able to instigate many first-generation species, including the four monarchs, to join forces to resist the Black King was because I took advantage of the conflicts between them. , and this is directly attributed to my clear investigation of their disputes."

Pompeii was silent for a rare moment.

"This can't be considered gossip..." Pompeo thought for a moment, "You know our family's affairs, and are you going to instigate me?"

"Inciting you to rebel?" The man shook his head decisively and said, "I'm not interested in you, I'm just curious. I can feel the sadness in your heart, but you still have a playful smile on the surface. You seem to be a strong guy on the inside."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I won't give you a tip for this." Pompeo paused, "My relationship with Frost is quite complicated. Sometimes I do feel ashamed of him, but sometimes I feel that this The fool is being fooled anyway, so it would be better to be fooled by me, at least I, the elder brother, will not let him die."

"Ashamed of him?"

"Oh, I am actually the head of the Gattuso family." Pompeo said with a smile, "But Frost has been helping me take care of the family and paying attention to my son's growth these years."

"Is that all?"

"Well, if you insist, just kill our damn dad with your own hands." Pompeii said softly.

The man was shocked for the first time: "You actually killed your father? I didn't see it."

"There is no other way. If we don't kill him, Frost and I won't survive."

The car was driving fast on the roads of Milan. Pompeii drove on the road to Rome at maximum speed. At this speed, he could reach Rome in less than two hours. He ignored the sirens on the roadside and the traffic police along the way. He was left behind.

"Our damn father is a bit stubborn." Pompeii shrugged. "After he knew the purpose of the senators, he directly refused without any room for relaxation, and even threatened those old guys, if they insisted on using I, Frost, and even my future sons’ lives are the cornerstone of the family’s rise, so he will not hesitate to expose the secrets of the Gattuso family to the whole world and stop them.”

The man nodded and said, "You told me about your family before. It sounds like you have a good father."

"Yeah, my damn dad is actually pretty good. Apart from being a little romantic and amorous, he's still very qualified as a father." Pompeo said proudly, "I'll follow him in this regard!"

The man remained silent.

"His choice is good, but he shouldn't say it." Pompeo suddenly sighed, "And why should it be exposed? Can't we just burn them all to death when those old guys are sleeping? That's how he is You are stubborn and say that you must be honest and upright in your conduct, and you must not pursue evil tricks."

The man was slightly surprised and said: "He is an upright monarch."

"What a bastard monarch." Pompeo rolled his eyes. "Thanks to his uprightness, the senators took him down first, branded him a traitor, and then put the butcher knife in my hand."

"And you killed your father?" the man asked.

Pompeii said calmly: "If I don't take action, Frost, me, and my mother won't be able to survive. Our whole family will be secretly executed. The dead man also realized this, so he whispered to me to kill him." he."

The man nodded silently.

"I can't remember the specific situation." Pompeii said lazily, "I don't want to recall it. Anyway, I killed him and my hands were stained with my father's blood. The elders thought that I had embarked on the 'right path'. ’, I couldn’t look back, they generously allowed me to take the position of the head of the family and shared their power with me.”

"Does your brother know about this?"

"I don't know, I didn't tell him." Pompeo said lightly, "If I let him know about this, he will probably hate me for the rest of his life, right?"

"Why didn't you tell your brother about the threats from the senators?"

"Tell him what he can do?" Pompeo asked, "He can't help me on this road. He only needs to devote himself to his family."

"Where are you going now?"

"Go to the monastery in Rome and meet those old guys."

"Elder?"

"Well, I haven't seen them for a long time, that's weird." Pompeo smiled.

The man glanced at him: "Are you ready to kill someone?"

"The prerequisite for killing is that the other party is a human being." Pompeo said sincerely, "Those old guys are not human beings anymore."

"Are you ready for a showdown?"

"No, so I will only kill one tonight. It is a warning and a catharsis." Pompeii said softly, "When my son is born, they will actually have no way out. They can't deal with me like they dealt with my father. Because I gave birth to a good son.”

"What about the rest of the guys?"

"Leave it to my son." Pompey stepped on the accelerator and said with squinted eyes, "He must be holding back his anger now. He and Frost have always had a tense relationship, but no matter how tense it is, it's our own family's business, and that gang What does it have to do with old things?”

Just then, the cell phone rang, interrupting the man's continued questioning.

Pompeo held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at the screen of his mobile phone.

"Hey, Patsy, what's up? If you mean the funeral, I've been mourning Frost from across the street."

"Sir, I just received a text message sent regularly. The sender is Mr. Frost. He asked me to tell you on his behalf that you and I are the only ones within the family who have the ability to maintain the normal operation of the entire Gattuso family. "

then.

The man was surprised to find Pompeii fell into a long silence.

He hung up the phone and threw it in the back seat. Without saying a word, he just stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and his face was as hard as iron.

Until they arrived from Milan to a suburb of Rome.

At night, the ancient monastery is located under the ancient trees. The convertible suddenly brakes in front of the monastery.

Pompeii got out of the car without saying a word, went to the trunk of the car, took out a shotgun, and walked into the monastery majestically.

In the moonlit hall, twelve monk-like old men in white robes sat quietly on twelve chairs. The light on the marble floor reflected their shadows.

It seems they have been waiting here for a long time.

"Pompei, you..."

"boom!"

The man who was still sitting in the car heard the deafening sound of the shotgun, but he was thinking in his mind, why did those words bring such a drastic change to Pompeii?

At that moment, he could feel the real anger and sadness emerging from Pompeii.

This man is not cold-blooded, he is just used to using a mask to disguise his true thoughts, but at that moment something shattered the mask he relied on for a living, allowing his true face to be revealed to the world.

"boom!"

Another gunshot.

The man raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Pompeii was indeed angry enough to break his original plan.

Based on his understanding of Pompeii in recent days, he could temporarily change his plan and cause inexplicable and uncontrollable variables to the originally stable plan. This reason must be strong enough to touch his principles.

Shouts of shock and anger came from the monastery, and the man listened intently.

He loved this scene.

He likes to see those rotten people who think they are superior, showing panic and losing their composure when faced with things that are not under their control, as if a false king has pulled down the throne, showing a ridiculous face.

The iron door of the monastery was opened.

Pompeii, whose face was covered with blood, threw the shotgun aside in the grass, got into the car with a smile on his face again, and left the curses and threats behind him.

"Brother Opan, I just thought of a suspicious object. Do you want us brothers to eliminate it? If the Black King is not hidden among these old things, it is very likely that he is hidden among our allies."

Pompeo started the convertible again and grinned.

The man looked at Pompeii, whose face was covered with blood, and smiled: "Of course, but before that, you have to answer me a question."

"What's the problem?" Pompeo raised his hand and said, "I loved you, protect me, save my mother."

The man was unmoved and said, "I want to know why that phone call made you change your attention and fire two shots."

Pompey did not answer immediately.

He slowly took out an aluminum tube, put the cigar inside into his mouth, lit it, and with the cigar smoke curling up, he said, "You just asked me if Frost knew the truth."

"Yes, I did ask that. You said he didn't know, and you didn't tell him the truth."

"I take back the first half of my sentence." Pompeo said lightly, "I did not tell him, but he seemed to have discovered it on his own."

The man narrowed his eyes: "I understand, he discovered something was wrong with the elders, so in order to ensure your status these years, he secretly eliminated all the people who could be in charge of the family. You said that the elders of your family cannot stay for a long time. You and the assistant who called you just now are the only ones left outside the medical clinic, and the elders cannot do without you."

Pompeo held the steering wheel with one hand and rested a cigar on the car window with the other hand.

He softly hummed an Italian folk song, and his mind was filled with thoughts that drifted far away.

Is that all?

It seems to be much more than that.

At least, if Frost really discovered the abnormality of the senators early, then his true intentions that have been dealing with him, Caesar, and the senators all these years need to be rethought.

Frost's stiff face suddenly appeared in front of Pompeii's eyes.

Still so stubborn and stubborn.

He still looked at his brother like he was trash.

Still...

So strong and cold.

Pompey murmured softly: "This guy seems to love Caesar more than my own father. He is really a hopeless... idiot."