Italy, private cathedral of the Gattuso family, night.

A grand and solemn funeral has just ended, the mourners have dispersed, the old Gothic church looks particularly empty, the dome hangs violet curtains, and the white roses are red by candlelight.

The central altar is filled with silver candlesticks, each of which is filled with six lit white candles, like a glowing thorn. In the center of the thorn bush is a delicate hexagonal coffin, the lid of which is crystal clear so that mourners can clearly see the face of the deceased.

Through the crystal glass, sleeping in the white roses is a woman in a long white dress, so beautiful, so serene, that people will mistakenly think that she is taking a nap, and even dare not make a sound, for fear of disturbing her quiet and beautiful dreams.

There was only one living man left in the whole church, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a well-fitting black suit, wearing a fine white bow tie, with the crucifix on his chest, his sea-blue eyes, and his hair shining as gold.

The boy lay on the lid of the hexagonal coffin, looked at the woman inside, and then looked up at the dome dozens of meters high.

Through the parquet glass vaults, he could look into the night sky all the time. The night was starless, black cirrus clouds were flowing rapidly in the Milanese sky, and crows chirped monotonously and dryly on the top of the church.

The world is so silent...... It was as if he was the only one left.

On the other side, in the manor complex of Gattuso, the current middle and high-level of Gattuso in the remote manor gathered again, and the banquet of the nobles was held here, and everyone smiled from the bottom of their hearts and raised their glasses to drink. Celebrate the disappearance of the surname Gulweg, the only heir of all the descendants of this surname, who was today removed from his fate by the elders according to the method on the ancient scrolls. This surname is extinct, and they Gattuso will have a real king, and they will be the royal family in the future, what could be more to celebrate? They gathered and reveled again, except for the father and son who really benefited.

But the little black shadow that ordinary people can't see is flying in the sky, it is so light and thin, like a bat cut out of paper.

The shadow flew through the long corridors and the cold of the night, into the fortified church, over the thorns of the candlelight, and lay on the boy's shoulder, bringing the prey it had just caught, and the prey was a word.

"You're going to cremate her body?" The sound of clinking glasses.

"The surname Gulweg is finally over, let everything be reduced to ashes, and be cremated tomorrow." A calm and calm male voice.

"Caesar has been lying there for three days, is it okay?"

"Children are like that, they can be a little more sentimental, but they will always grow up."

"I think he was still very attached to his mother, and he even learned sign language in order to communicate with the woman."

"I'd feel natural for him to cry, but did you pay attention to his face at the funeral? That's his mother. ”

"A kid is so strange sometimes, even if he has an unbeatable pedigree. Don't worry about that, every weird kid grows up. ”

Adults are sometimes so naïve, always thinking that with the passage of time, children will be sensible and filial, no longer rebellious and no longer crying, and become what they expect.

The boy didn't bother to listen, and stood up and waved.

The shadows pounced on him like a tide, but with this wave of the hand, as if an invisible barrier opened around the boy, the shadows did not dare to cross the barrier, and turned around, converging into a long black dragon and leaving through the open window.

Everything was quiet, and the floor was full of crystal feathers, obscuring the color of the carpet.

The boy stepped on these "crystal feathers" and walked deep into the church, where something was covered with a black tarpaulin.

With each step, countless voices erupted around him. Those crystal-feathered things are actually "fragments of sound", this ethereal thing is embodied by the unconventional power of the black shadows, this is the prey they hunt to present to their masters, and all the sounds in the world can be their prey.

When the feathers are crushed, the sound is released, and the feathers pile up like dense snowflakes, and the sound bursts out like a torrent.

The boy's ears echoed with the men's celebration of his mother's death, sharp and twisted, one after the other.

The boy walked deeper into the church

He jerked off the black tarpaulin......

A motorcycle! Black matte paint, modified silver four-row pipes, and fine red lines inlaid around the edges of the top tires...... A Harley-Davidson Fat Boy Low Seat Special Edition! In "Devil Terminator 2" released in 1991, the man named Schwarzenegger rode such a motorcycle, spun the rifle to load, and shot one after another, blasting the T-1000 liquid metal robot into the air! Every man dreams of owning a Harley that is like a crouching leopard when it stands still!

It's just that this Harley is much smaller than the regular version, and although every part meets the quality requirements of Harley, this little guy is like the little brother in a group of Harley's big brothers, and the seat height is only 2/3 of the normal version.

He still remembers when the woman split the wooden box to reveal the motorcycle, and the woman touched the top of his head: "Ride it like a real man, Caesar, show it to Mom!" ”

The woman can't wait for the day when he grows up...... From the day he was born, his mother was destined not to wait for him to grow up.

But women want to see him grow up so much......

So that day he rode the motorcycle, flew over the garden, landed on top of his father's Rolls-Royce, and left scarred tire marks on the shiny spray paint.

Women applaud him loudly, he is happy, he likes women to be proud of him.

The boy stepped onto the motorcycle and lifted the square tin bucket, a bucket of spare gasoline for the vehicle.

He started his motorcycle, drove slowly to the central altar, deftly bypassed all the candlesticks, came to the hexagonal coffin, and poured the whole barrel of gasoline on the coffin.

He gestured to the woman in the coffin, "Mother, those have made you ...... Those who suffer will pay for what they have done...... Price! ”

He held a lighter, held it, and looked down at the woman's face for the last time, staring blankly. The woman said that men should not cry, because it is useless to cry, and only the cowardly cry, "When you have something to do, how can you have time to cry?" ”

He threw the lighter on the coffin, and before the soaring flames reached the corners of his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the tassel from the purple curtain and pulled it hard. The tassel fell with the curtain, briefly suppressing the flames, but the flames then became more ferocious, and with a bang, tongues of fire flew up and licked to the dome.

The fire alarm device was activated instantly, and a rainstorm-like water curtain fell from the sky, but the water curtain could no longer extinguish the flames, and the hexagonal coffin was bound to turn to ashes. The church will also be burned, and the water will only spread the flames faster.

Before the church was burned down, the Harley-Davidson roared out of the church, and the black shadow was as sharp as a knife!

When the atmosphere is at its peak, most of the people start partying

During the dinner, the drunken men and women were dancing or clinking glasses everywhere, when suddenly they heard the loud roar of the engine outside the door!

They were not allowed to react at all, and the solid door was slammed open from the outside. A small black scooter jumped up and drove on a table full of wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware, smashing everything into the air with impunity.

"It's Caesar." Someone tried to take control of the situation, whispered.

Their future king, the man named Caesar, appeared alone to gather the fate of a clan, and in the future Gattuso will try to gather the fate of his clan to him as much as possible. The boy who will ascend to the throne in the future suddenly appears at a dinner party celebrating his mother's death. The eyes of everyone communicating with each other were full of uneasiness, it was clear that no one had informed him, and a few servants had been left to take care of him secretly, why was he found a party in the corner that he should not have known?

The moto flicked its tail beautifully at the end of the long table, knocking a silver plate of fruit made by a master into the wall and embedding it in the wall. The boy lifted the front of the motorcycle, waving a curtain that was still on fire, while arrogantly twisting the throttle handle, making the small, ferocious toy roar even more domineeringly.

The boy shook his head vigorously, his beautiful golden hair shining, he gritted his teeth, his snow-white teeth also shining, he looked down proudly at the men and women he had frightened, these were his "elders", but his eyes were full of sarcasm, and his eyes were so bright that people dared not force them.

"Caesar! What are you doing? "Someone tried to scold.

"Pay the bill." The boy said coldly, throwing the curtain in front of an aunt, pulling out an unnumbered check and throwing it on the ground, signed in flying Italian.

Everyone knew what was going on with that woman's death, but everyone shuddered a little at the moment when they faced the boy.

He will be the king of the future, and what will a king do with the people who are so happy about the death of the king's mother that they celebrate the people?

The boy sat on the motorcycle, looked around the people around him seriously, dropped his gloves, and said like a king, 'Come on, pick up the gloves and challenge me!' ’

He uttered the kind of roar that only the most rebellious teenager on the street would have, restless and unscrupulous, the sound that a man can only roar in his hormonal youth, like the roar of a young lion. He put up gear, and the bike went back the way it came, ran over the long table again, landed on the ground with a nice tail flick, and went out along the long road.

The roar of the four pipes could be heard far away, representing his mockery, to his noble family, to the powerful parents...... and even the whole world.

A man, only in the grandest and most glorious youth, has the right to make such a mockery!

The uncle silently picked up the check on the ground, signed ...... "Caesar Gurveg".

"He actually used his mother's surname...... Is this to deny that he is from the Gattusos? An elder leaned up and took a look, his voice uneasy.

"We're celebrating the disappearance of the surname Gulveig," but it looks like it's far from over......" Uncle whispered.

"He will be the king of the future family?"

"You have to control him, just like you have to control the strong men of the family in the past. They will be the head of the family, the king, and the sharpest knife in the family."