Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 185 Chu Zihang's Night Attack: A "Gift" from Gattuso (Part 2, 1861)

at the same time.

"What do you mean by 'you want to apply to lead a team to China,' and what is the meaning of this list?"

Italy, the Gattuso family, inside the office of the acting head of the family.

Bright lights illuminated the Gattuso family phoenix crest on the wall behind them. Acting head of the family, Frost Gattuso, frowned and looked up at his secretary, Percy Gattuso, who was standing with his head bowed in front of him.

"How come I didn't know about this? And what are you going to China for?"

As the acting patriarch who has held power for so many years, Frost has always considered himself the helmsman of the Gattuso family ship. The most important thing for a helmsman is to have a thorough understanding of every detail of the entire ship, so as to ensure that it is on the right track, accumulating wealth, gradually becoming stronger, and not capsizing.

But now something unpleasant has happened. If he is the captain, then Percy, as the senior secretary, is his first mate. But now the first mate is going on a long trip without his knowledge.

“This is the patriarch’s order,” Percy said, bowing his head.

"Patriarch? What are you saying..."

Frost only realized what Percy meant halfway through his sentence, and his tone was immediately filled with surprise.

Pompeii?

Pompeii Gattuso, the nominal head of the Gattuso family. The reason for saying nominal is not that his power was completely usurped by Frost, but that he was completely incompetent as the head of the family. He basically never cared about anything related to the family and spent his days traveling the world... and chasing women.

He's a pure stallion.

Frost was Pompeii's younger brother. Unlike his dissolute and irresponsible brother, Frost was a very responsible man, so he had to take on the role of acting head of the family.

He held this position for more than ten years, to the point that the entire family, and even Frost himself, sometimes forgot that the Gattuso family had a legitimate head of the family.

As the rightful head of the family, Pompeii wielded real power. Although he didn't manage affairs, the entire Gattuso family would carry out his orders when he did.

Frost then realized that he was actually the first mate of the ship, but had been acting as the temporary captain for too long.

Why would he do this out of the blue?

Frost frowned. Knowing Pompeii as he did, the only thing that would interest that man was beautiful women, but…

"Lu Mingfei, that sounds like a man's name, doesn't it? And why do I feel like I vaguely remember this name?"

"Lu Mingfei, an S-class freshman who hasn't yet enrolled at Kassel College, is highly regarded by Principal Angers." Passy, ​​as the secretary, quickly fulfilled his responsibility to remind him.

"Oh right, I think there was something like that. That guy Angers directly designated this kid as S-class..."

Frost nodded thoughtfully.

"But what does that have to do with us? No matter how outstanding he is, he won't be as outstanding as Caesar, and no matter how high his bloodline is, he can't surpass you. Is someone like that worth Pompey's attention and for you to go out of your way to win him over?"

"No, patriarch, we are not trying to win him over."

Percy said, head down.

"Not to win them over?"

Frost was even more puzzled, but at the same time he noticed something even more puzzling.

"Putting aside what you're going to do, why didn't you look up at me when you were talking today?"

Percy hesitated for a moment, then silently lifted the hair that had fallen across her forehead.

His eyes were starkly exposed, one ice blue and the other dark gold. These two colors should have been extremely beautiful, and together with his handsome face, they should have possessed extraordinary charm. But to Frost, they seemed like the gaze of a demon from hell.

"Remember to take your medicine." Frost avoided looking at him.

"The medicine is useless; it only makes me feel a little better."

"You still need to take your medicine. People who don't have long to live need to take better care of themselves."

Frost's voice carried a gentle, caring tone, as he knew the reason for Percy's condition—his bloodline purity was too high, exceeding normal limits.

Under normal circumstances, this would only have led to Percy becoming Deadpool, but fortunately he didn't; he was just a bit unstable.

This inherent instability stems from an inability to control the restless dragon blood within the body, and its corresponding outward manifestation is that once ignited, it will not extinguish...

……

Golden eyes.

Chu Zihang stared at himself in the mirror. His dark pupils seemed to be casting torches, making his face, which was originally like that of a good student, hard as ice. An invisible ferocious aura spread everywhere, and almost no one would want to look him in the eye now, because it was as if a gun with the safety off and a bullet loaded was being pressed between his eyebrows.

Fortunately, he was in his own bathroom at the moment, so no one would know that the excellent Chu Zihang was actually a monster in secret.

Moreover, this monster is relentlessly marching in an out-of-control direction, never stopping.

The bloodbath had ended, but the "released lion's heart" within him showed no sign of stopping its restless activity. His dragon blood was boiling, and he was already struggling to control the extinguishing of his golden eyes.

Chu Zihang knew from the first time he used Bloodlust that it was a skill tantamount to slow suicide, but he still continued to use it without hesitation.

To become stronger, to seek revenge, and to prevent such regrets from ever happening again.

After waiting for a few minutes, the dragon blood finally calmed down. The flickering light deep in the pupils gradually died down, and Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief. Now he didn't have to worry about buying colored contact lenses to cover up the abnormality in his eyes.

Others might just be curious, but Lu Mingfei... he'll definitely notice something and keep asking questions until he gets to the bottom of it, right?
Chu Zihang left the bathroom, went to bed, and lay down. As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene from not long ago uncontrollably surfaced in his mind: the sudden loss of consciousness without any resistance... If it weren't for Lu Mingfei, he might never have woken up.

Weakness is the greatest original sin.

It was still early, and it was still pitch black outside the window. There were still several hours until dawn. Chu Zihang was preparing to recall the scene of that day once or several times.

Human memory is not a stone tablet; memories do not remain unchanged in some corner of the earth forever. The body's self-protective function will cause them to forget... But Chu Zihang did not want to forget.

Therefore, he would recall that rainy night every day, remembering every detail, until he was sure that he had not forgotten anything related to that man.

But he clearly can't do that today.

A strange drowsiness washed over him, engulfing him like a raging storm.

In an instant, Chu Zihang fell into a deep sleep... or rather, unconsciousness. At this moment, even if you shouted into his ear with a loudspeaker that was hundreds of decibels, he would not get any response.

The doorknob was turned silently and pushed open.

Chu Zihang doesn't have the habit of locking the door. He's in his own home, so who would bother to raid his bedroom at night?

Of course, even if he locks the door, it won't help in this situation; it just means the other party has to put in a tiny bit more effort.

A dark figure, dressed entirely in a tight-fitting black combat suit, with a tall and straight posture like a crane, tiptoed in, exuding a strong sense of stealth.

If Lu Mingfei saw it, he would definitely exclaim in surprise—isn't this the weak first-generation species?

Chu Zihang was quietly "sleeping" when the dark figure came to his bedside, stared at him for a while, and then muttered through gritted teeth.

"If it weren't for the 'core' inside you, I wouldn't be so weak now, and I definitely wouldn't have lost so miserably today!"

The shadowy figure who had fled in fright had clearly come to her senses. If Lu Mingfei was indeed that person, she probably wouldn't have had a chance to escape, let alone suffer only a minor shoulder injury.

But what about that inexplicable attack that seemed to possess "fate"? The shadowy figure didn't know. A huge curiosity and the fear of witnessing that attack were intertwined in her heart at the same time. She wanted to find out the truth, but she was also worried that this was actually a final warning, and that she could still survive if she ran away.

In the end, she still chose to sneak back.

Of course, she didn't dare to confront Lu Mingfei directly or even just secretly observe him, so she came here.

This relationship is with the man she is closest to.

"I've kept it for you for so long, it's only right that I charge you some interest, isn't it?"

The shadowy figure reached out and gently stroked the corner of Chu Zihang's mouth as he slept.

"I don't know where you got this cheap stuff from, and you dare to practice like that? If it weren't for me, you'd be a Deadpool or something by now."

Thinking about it this way, this man owes me far too much!

So she convinced herself and gently snuggled up to him.

The girl's lips were slightly cold, but Chu Zihang, who was fast asleep, was clearly unaware of this.

She let out a soft, pleasurable groan as the wound on her shoulder, inflicted by the Overlord Spear and still not fully healed, began to heal at a visible speed. The old shoulder was incredibly cunning; not even a scab remained.

……

The familiar "ding-ding-ding" Nokia song began to play.

Chu Zihang opened his eyes in a daze. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he could vaguely smell a faint fragrance. However, when he tried to smell it carefully, it was gone.

His phone was still ringing, and he reached out to take it, his brow furrowing slightly.

Why am I so tired? I feel like I have no energy left in my body... No, it's not just a feeling, it's true!
Have you caught a cold and have a fever? People of mixed race are still human, and it's possible for them to catch a cold and have a fever.

He was somewhat puzzled, but felt that his mind was still quite clear, so it didn't seem to be the case.

"Senior Brother Ye Sheng?" He glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone.

"Hey Hey hey?"

Ye Sheng's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Chu Zihang, do you have Lu Mingfei's contact information? I tried calling him but couldn't get through! It seems to be on silent."

"Have."

Even though he was completely exhausted, Chu Zihang quickly sat up. He frowned slightly and asked, "Should I go find him?"

"No need. It's not that urgent. Just make a phone call to let them know and ask for their opinion. Just say that Teacher Zhang is looking for him," Ye Sheng replied.

"But I can't get through."

"That……"

Chu Zihang was unusually puzzled. "What do you want with me?"

"What I mean is, why don't you give him a call and see?"

Ye Sheng asked, "It feels like he's going to set up emergency contacts for you, so that you can bypass the silent setting!"

Chu Zihang: "..."

……

"I just went to the restroom, that's why I didn't answer Senior Brother Ye Sheng's call!"

When Lu Mingfei learned of this through Chu Zihang's phone call, and after hanging up, he dialed Zhang Shanfeng's number, this was the first thing he said.

"Oh, so you didn't set him as an emergency contact?"

"Well, with a senior brother who's so reliable, of course we should set one up!"

Lu Mingfei spoke with considerable self-righteousness, "The important thing is that I wasn't on silent, understand? I only got the call from my senior because I happened to come out of the bathroom!"

"Alright, alright, anyway, this has nothing to do with me... By the way, do you want a title?" Zhang Shanfeng asked.

"What the hell?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback, wondering if he had misheard.

"Titles of nobility? Teacher Zhang, that was abolished long ago! Didn't the hereditary nobility system get abolished when the Republic of China was founded? It's 2009 now, when did this come back in China? I seriously suspect this is a feudal restoration!"

"Stop, stop, stop! How do you manage to come up with ten different sentences every time I say just one?"

Zhang Shanfeng felt a headache coming on and quickly changed the subject.

"Is that so? Are you familiar with the Gattuso family?"

"I know them, that Italian mixed-race noble family with a thousand-year-old lineage and dragon-slaying tradition? They're supposedly the richest mixed-race family?"

Lu Mingfei answered subconsciously, "It is said that their next family head, Caesar Gattuso, is also my senior brother's rival."

"That's true. Now that you know, it's much easier to explain."

Zhang Shanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. "This matter concerns your great-grandfather."

"My...grandfather's grandfather?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback. He didn't even know who his grandfather was. His grandfather's grandfather was as ancient as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

According to his uncle, his grandfather died during that special period. He and Lu Mingfei's father depended on each other since he was a child. Because his grandfather was always a soldier and always traveling to different places, Lu Mingfei's father and uncle followed him. In their memory, the two brothers never went back to their hometown or met any relatives there.

"His name is Lu Shanyan."

Zhang Shanfeng recounted the news he had just learned.

“Principal Angers and your great-grandfather were sworn brothers.”

"Wait a minute, although I know Principal Angers is very old, my great-great-grandfather... it seems the Qing Dynasty was still in existence back then?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Whether the Qing Dynasty fell or not is not important. Don't you know that mixed-race people can live a very long time? Angers is already over 120 years old. It's normal for him to have dealings with your great-grandfather... None of that matters. What matters is your great-grandfather's status!"

Realizing he was about to go off-topic, Zhang Shanfeng forcefully steered the conversation back on track, saying, "He was one of the members who formed the leadership of the Secret Party at that time."

"so……"

"So, theoretically speaking, as his bloodline, you can inherit his position in the Secret Service. This includes a title, and even... a position as a school board member."

Zhang Shanfeng spoke slowly.

“The Gattuso family contacted us to send an exchange team to assess your abilities and verify whether you are qualified to receive this ‘gift’.”

P.S.: I'm taking the day off today, so I won't be sending a separate leave slip.

(End of this chapter)