In the harbor of Naples, along the Santa Lucia coast.
The warm midday sun shone on the sea, casting golden rays that glimmered on the surface. The salty sea breeze brushed against the face, carrying a refreshing scent.
Caesar lowered the brim of his hat, glanced around, and after confirming no one was following, cautiously stepped out.
However, as soon as he entered the harbor, his brow furrowed slightly. He quietly released his Word Soul Kamaitachi, and the cheerful creature danced with the sea breeze, returning with several suppressed auras.
Caesar remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. He boldly sat on a stone pillar at the dock and said indifferently, "Since everyone's here, why hide?"
In that moment, he seemed like the noble young master, exuding an extraordinary and imposing presence.
As his words fell, several figures emerged from around him, standing a few meters apart in a formation of encirclement.
The leader had graying hair but was still in good spirits, leaning on a delicate cane. He walked out from the crowd, looked at Caesar sitting properly, and sighed deeply, "Caesar, give up. Come back with us and accept the family's punishment. Although you committed the great sin of patricide, you won't be sentenced to death."
"Uncle Albert, it's been a long time."
Caesar sat upright, glancing sideways at the people around him. His voice remained steady and calm from start to finish. "I have nothing to explain, and I will not go back with you."
"Ah, how did things end up like this?" Albert's face showed deep regret. "Caesar, you should have been the brightest heir of the Gattuso family. Why did you kill Pompeii?"
This matter was something Albert couldn't understand. Even if it were thrown out for others to consider, no one could comprehend it either.
What could have driven a brilliant heir to take his own father's life?
The key point was that Albert couldn't understand Caesar's purpose behind the action, and there was no clear benefit to it!
"Uncle Albert, I cannot tell you the reason."
Caesar lowered his gaze, his voice hoarse and muffled. "I advise you to stay away from the family. Frost... no, the Gattuso family, has already changed."
"Caesar! You are a criminal now, stop slandering the family!" Damon, who had never liked him, stepped forward, angrily scolding him.
Albert frowned slightly, feeling annoyed at being interrupted.
However, Damon was someone Frost personally selected, and he was here just to cooperate, so he suppressed his irritation.
"I was wondering why it was so noisy. Turns out it's you," Caesar glanced at him sideways, expressionless, and said, "Damon, did Frost send you here to make you the heir?"
"Caesar, stop talking nonsense!" Damon immediately snapped, pointing at him angrily, "You killed the head of the Gattsuo family, and now you won't admit it and come back with us? Still trying to argue?!"
"Not bad, you've got some courage, but your brain's a bit off."
Caesar remained calm and composed, saying slowly, "Damon, ever since we were kids, you've been nothing but a dog in my eyes. What gives you the right to speak so loudly in front of me?"
Hearing this, veins popped up on Damon's forehead. "Caesar!"
"Don't yell so loud. I can hear you."
Caesar didn't even bother to look at him, lazily adding, "Don't worry, even if I'm disqualified by Gattuso, that position won't go to you, you stupid dog. You're really eager to die, huh?"
"Caesar…"
Being humiliated repeatedly in front of everyone, Damon's face turned pale with fury, gritting his teeth as he said, "You're not the first heir anymore. Stop acting so arrogant."
"Too much talk, I don't like hearing it."
Caesar waved his hand, stood up from the stone slab with a cold, indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone, eventually landing on Damon. He beckoned with his finger, "Come on, you wanted to prove yourself, right? I'm standing right here. I'll give you a chance to kill me."
"You!"
Damon's face instantly turned a dark purple, veins bulging all over.
Could he dare?
Of course, he wouldn't dare!
Who is Caesar Gattuso?
From the moment he was born, he was regarded as a symbol of glory by the Gattuso family, even given the name "Caesar."
It can be said that from childhood to now, Caesar has always been wrapped in light and honor.
Whether it's in dealing with people, his demeanor, or even his strength and intelligence, he's always been a standout among his peers.
"You're a dog, and you really are just a dog."
Caesar's mood soured. He coldly shook his head and said, "Damon, you've never changed, have you?"
Damon, furious to the point of laughing, stared at Caesar. It seemed like something suddenly clicked in his mind, and a cold, sinister smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Caesar, you're so impressive. How about guessing how we found you?"
"With Uncle Albert around, it's no surprise that you found me."
Caesar replied indifferently, glancing at the elderly man with graying hair, but there was no hint of reproach in his eyes.
"You got half of it right, but not completely."
Damon sneered, speaking slowly, "Actually, it's quite a coincidence. When Uncle Albert first came, he couldn't find your trail. But then, he found a little rat with faint dragon blood. We followed the trail and eventually found you. Now, isn't that a coincidence?"
Suddenly, a piercing golden light flickered in Caesar's eyes, and everyone felt the surroundings darken.
Even the sun by the sea seemed to lose its brilliant shine, overshadowed by the fiery intensity of those eyes.
The suffocating pressure of terrifying power surged like a tsunami. Only at that moment did they realize Caesar's true nature.
Beneath the appearance of the calm and noble young man, what lay was a ruthless and tyrannical king!
"What about Bruno?"
Caesar's expression turned cold, and the molten gold-like light in his eyes flowed, releasing a chilling killing intent.
"Haha, what's this? Caesar, are you panicking?"
Under Caesar's cold murderous intent, Damon swallowed hard. He felt like every pore on his body was screaming in fear, but he forced himself to speak.
"Bruno? Ah, that little punk... of course, I killed him."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Before Bruno died, he said something."
He pretended to think for a moment, then clapped his hands and said, "Right, he said something about being a man... Hahaha, it's so laughable. What do you think, Caesar?"
"You killed him?"
Caesar's face remained emotionless, but the murderous intent in his eyes was so intense it felt almost tangible.
"Yes, that little punk even awakened a Word Soul before he died. Ghost Victory."
Damon looked at Caesar's furious eyes, and the humiliation he had felt earlier suddenly turned into exhilaration. He couldn't help but laugh.
"In the end, a rat in the sewer will always be a rat. He thought he could beat me, but didn't he end up dead?"
Albert furrowed his brows and couldn't help but speak up, "Damon, enough!"
"Are you angry? Furious? Hahaha."
Damon didn't care at all. He loved the look in Caesar's eyes right now. Smiling widely, he said, "Caesar, you're nothing now. Not only did I kill that punk, but I also ground him into a bloody pulp and flushed him down the sewer. That's the price for daring to challenge me!"
"Bruno."
Caesar's brows furrowed, his eyes burning with fury. He let out a long breath. "Damon, if you wanted to anger me, you've succeeded."
"But I'll show you what happens to those who anger me, Caesar."
"I will personally break your bones. One by one. By one!"
On the dock at the harbor, the wind howled with a cold, mournful cry. Caesar looked like a burning volcano, his overwhelming presence bursting forth.
The moment he moved, everyone felt as if a mountain was crushing them. He slowly approached Damon, his face rigid, revealing a row of sharp white teeth—cold, twisted, and brutal.
No one had ever seen Caesar this angry.
Right now, he resembled an awakened Dragon King, his reverse scales touched, about to bring down ancient divine wrath!
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