"I refuse!"

In Italy, in the half-mountain castle of the Gattuso family, a handsome young man like a Greek sculpture sits on a single sofa, his hands on the armrests of the sofa, his hair as dazzling as gold is scattered behind him, and the buttons of his white shirt are half unbuttoned, and the strong chest muscles can be faintly glimpsed.

The young man's sea-blue eyes were tinged with a faint coldness, his gaze did not carry a trace of emotion, and his head tilted back slightly as if the emperor was looking down on his subjects: "Why? ”

"Caesar, now is not the time for you to lose your temper." Opposite the boy, Frost, the acting head of the Gattuso family, was on a scepter, his face a little gloomy.

Gazing at the young man in front of him who was pinned on by the Gattuso family's high hopes with his eyes like a falcon, Frost's tone was extremely serious:

"I know that you like to stimulate, like extreme sports, and like to stir up the nerves of all those who care about you, but this time is different from the past, our partners in Huaxia have been killed and injured due to various accidents, and the elite sent by the family to Huaxia to aid is also unknown and is suspected to have been wiped out, and you still want to travel to Huaxia during this special period, am I usually too gentle or are you rebellious?!"

After saying a long list of words, the middle-aged man who controlled the Gattuso family sat on the leather sofa and pinched his eyebrows, obviously he had been troubled by all kinds of things in the past month, and his mood had never been better, and the wrinkles on his face and the gray hair on his head had increased.

There was no way, the two most important partners of the Gattuso family had accidents one after another, especially the Chen family, which was the most involved, was uprooted, and none of the main members were spared, resulting in the complete termination of many of their cooperation, hundreds of millions of losses, and all the elites of the family sent to help.

Rao is a luxury family with a lot of wealth and hundreds of millions of dollars, and he also felt a pain in his flesh.

Frost was already heartbroken for the affairs of the family, and now when he heard that the future head of the family Gattuso offered to go to Huaxia to die, he did not faint with high blood pressure on the spot, which was already regarded as his self-cultivation kung fu.

The blonde boy named Caesar has a slight upturn in the corners of his mouth, his body is slightly tilted, his left hand is half clenched into a fist against his jaw, his expression is a little mocking to the naked eye, but his eyes are like hiding a male lion that bares its fangs and roars angrily:

"Heh, I just want to see if the fiancée you prepared for me is missing, or if she is really dead."

Frost, who was trying to suppress his anger, looked at the secretary who was serving beside him, and was about to order a thorough investigation of who leaked this important secret, but he heard Caesar on the other side say leisurely:

"Why, who are you going to kill this time in the name of doing good for me? Need me to tell you his name? ”

As soon as these words came out, Frost's words in his throat were blocked, and he returned his gaze to Caesar, carefully looking at the young man who had gradually revealed the aura of an emperor, and a trace of relief and gloom flashed in his eyes.

Without arguing with the boy about whether the family was really for his good, Frost just stood up with his scepter, and his close-fitting suit made him extremely tall:

"Caesar, I hope you can understand that the family is never a rope that restricts you from flying freely, and we will do whatever it takes to fulfill your wishes, but sometimes your choice is not necessarily right, so we need to guide you."

"I've heard too much of these big words, and there are no new words?" The blonde boy tilted his head in disdain, and the group of old antiques since he was a child tried to brainwash him, wanting him to know how much the Gattuso family had paid for him, but never cared what he had lost.

"......" Frost stared at the young man's prejudiced face, and after a few seconds of silence, he sighed, "Your Dodge Tomahawk is in the garage, stay safe when driving." ”

"I don't need you to remind me." The young man's eyes lit up when he heard this, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and after the uncle who was in charge of the Gattuso family in place of his scumbag father left, he slowly got up and walked towards his room.

Ever since the bad news came from the members of the Gattuso family sent to China, the acting head of the family forcibly suspended all of Caesar's dangerous entertainment, whether it was to compete fast and furious on the ring road with his falcon Anthony, or to ride the waves with a surfboard.

Even Frost knew that he would not be obedient, and sent someone to remove all the motorcycles in his garage while he was sleeping, and in order to keep him obediently in the castle and not run around, he also brought him some video games and comics that damaged the image of the Gattuso family.

Although Caesar did not resist this, and even thought it was quite interesting, he had been trained as Gattuso's future emperor since he was a child, how could he be satisfied with this little pastime.

Just as no one could stop Julius Caesar's conquest, no one could stop Caesar Gattuso's determination to be free.

So by chance, he learned the secret hidden by the family's group of antiques, and regained his freedom on this condition.

A famous Chinese writer once said a philosophical sentence: "Human temperament always likes to reconcile and compromise, a room of people, you want to open a window, everyone disagrees, but if you want to lift the roof, others will agree to open the window." ”

Caesar thought of it and practiced it with great success.

Still not wearing any protective gear, the blonde boy strode to the garage with his head held high, and saw his concubines at a glance.

Harley, Dodge Tomahawk, MTT Turbo Super Locomotive Y2K...... These motorcycle rings in the garage are wild in shape, with sharp lines, which are men's favorites and rare treasures.

Stretching out his hand to rub on the concubines, the blonde young man had a little doting on his face, and then as if he had thought of something, he said contemptuously: "A group of old antiques, always only know the family family, and you still have to worry about the work of passing on the family lineage." ”

Stepping aboard the Panther-like MTT super-locomotive Y2K, Caesar twisted the key, then squeezed the clutch to gradually awaken the beast from its slumber.

"Boom-" turn the throttle, a low and wild roar sounded in the underground garage, this high-speed motorcycle produced by Louisiana Marine Corps Turbo Technology, with the same engine as the Bell Helicopter inside, can reach a top speed of 365km/h, riding it will have a kind of extreme romance beyond life and death.

The garage door slowly rises, and the sunlight outside the castle gradually spreads to light up the darkness inside.

The sea breeze blowing from outside the door ruffled Caesar's hair, he let go of the accelerator, reached out and stroked his blonde hair as bright as the scorching sun, the sarcasm in his eyes flashed, followed by boundless confidence and heroism: "Woman, it will only affect my speed of racing!" ”

"Boom ——!!!"

The deafening roar of the engine detonated the silence in the garage, and in the blink of an eye, Caesar and his crotch MTT turbo superlocomotive Y2K flew out like cannonballs.

……

"Bang!"

The violent collision of fists and chin resounded through the woods, and Lu Mingfei, who was covered in bruises, jumped up naked and tall, his muscles were knotted and bulging, his arms were bruised, and his right fist was clenched and raised high into the sky.

And in front of him, the red-haired beast-eared boy Seti who had suppressed it for half a month leaned back in the air, and a few wisps of blood spilled out of his mouth, and even splashed a little in the air to form blood beads because of the powerful force.

Seti's originally arrogant and uninhibited eyes were a little distracted at the moment, and the moment his chin was hit by Lu Mingfei's full force, he was like being slapped on the back of the head with a burning stick, and the whole person lost control of his body.

"Knock-" The red-haired boy's sturdy body fell to the ground, and it was the first time he felt such a clear pain on his body, which was almost as painful as when his bastard father quietly left, and his mother secretly shed tears behind his back.

"Haha, hahaha, hahaha~"

Seti laughed and looked at Lu Mingfei, who was also sitting on the ground, and asked loudly: "That punch just now was very good, is there any reputation?" ”

Lu Mingfei gasped for breath and felt a burst of joy for the victory that had finally arrived, but he no longer had the strength to celebrate, so he just said in a dry throat: "Whew...... This punch is called the Black Dragon Eighteen-Hand Demon Transformation Dragon Fist. ”

"Good punch." Seti praised, forcibly held back the dizziness from his brain, gritted his teeth and insisted:

"Your strength, I recognize."

After that, I finally couldn't help but fall into syncope.

(End of chapter)