Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The physical attributes of an S-class hybrid allowed Lu Lincheng to temporarily survive in the oxygen-deficient and low-temperature environment at an altitude of 20,000 meters. Even so, the wind pressure brought by the fall made Lu Lincheng feel very uncomfortable.

"Tighten your body and fall as fast as you can!"

Ander, standing nearby, was unaffected. He tightened his arms, lowered his feet, and fell like a chopstick. The sack in his hands was blown by the wind, but Ander held on tightly.

This posture is extremely dangerous, the kind that would make any skydiving instructor faint.

Seeing this, Lu Lincheng struggled to adjust his posture, just like when he did low-altitude skydiving, curling up his body and falling downwards.

The Kassel estate below, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, is the Gattuso family's stronghold, and its defenses may be comparable to the Federal Reserve's vault, but this is meaningless in the face of a powerful and cunning sorcerer.

As the Gattuso Manor came into view, Andra, who was standing next to Lu Lincheng, cast two invisibility spells on themselves to conceal their figures.

"Second Uncle, what's this?"

"alchemy."

Ander made up an excuse to fool Lu Lincheng. Now that he was playing the role of an alchemy master, it was normal for him to be invisible.

Ander opened the bag, revealing a sack full of special grenades. These grenades, upon being subjected to violent impact, would automatically activate a sleeping breath, causing all humans within the gas to fall into a deep sleep.

Ander used the Mage's Hand technique in conjunction with the Word of Power "Wind King's Eye" obtained from Garuda, causing the grenades to scatter like flowers from a fairy's shower.

At the same time, the Featherfall spell was cast on the two of them, slowing their descent and putting them at a distance from the grenade.

"How was it? Exciting, wasn't it?"

Ander looked down at the Gattuso estate, a look of triumphant mischief on his face.

"Second Uncle, won't this anger Gattuso...?"

"Why are you so timid? If someone slaps you in the face, you should turn them into kebabs, understand?"

Ander tried to impart some life experience to this younger man. The boy was more mature than his ancestors, but this also caused him to overthink and act timidly.

Below, yellow gas began to permeate the Gattuso estate, which had a powerful effect on the unsuspecting ordinary people, causing them to fall one after another.

The elite warriors also became drowsy in the dragon's breath, losing their ability to fight.

Taking advantage of the commotion below, Ander and Lu Lincheng landed on a balcony.

"You go and kill everyone who's still able to move, I'm going to find something."

Lu Lincheng charged into the Gattuso Manor with a submachine gun, but contrary to his expectations, the defenses here were far less stringent than those of a bank vault.

On the contrary, after Lu Lincheng entered the manor, he found that only a few hybrids were barely resisting sleepiness in the dragon's breath, and the elite troops he had imagined were nowhere to be seen.

Gattuso Estate was indeed a heavily guarded fortress, but in times of peace, no mixed-race family would station troops on their estate.

Therefore, Ender's surprise attack on Pearl Harbor caught the Gattuso family completely off guard.

Soon, everyone in the Gattuso Manor was anesthetized. Some were the manor's butlers and maids, some were hybrids from different branches, and there were also a few powerful warriors, but this was meaningless in the face of the S-class hybrid's strength.

And Ander found what he wanted: a baby and his mother.

“Gattuso bullied the women and children of our Lu family, so we retaliated in kind and took them away.”

Ander gently picked up the baby and gave the order to Lu Lincheng.

Chapter Sixty-Six Gulweg

When Frost received the news and rushed back to Gattuso Estate, Ander had already left the estate with his men. They took two detours and boarded a private plane bound for China.

Frost looked at the family members buried in the ground like potted plants by Ander, with only their upper bodies showing, and his face turned horribly dark.

"Lu Lincheng!..."

Frost had already learned from the guards who attacked the manor; just hours before, Lulin City in France had appeared at Gattuso Manor.

Most importantly, they also took away the future family heir, César Gattuso, and his mother, Gulweg.

"Damn it, who exactly is the Mafia?"

Frost crushed an ant on the ground with his leather shoe, rubbing the ground as he vented his frustration.

"Wow, that's amazing. Falling from 20,000 meters and taking down everyone in no time, Mr. Ender is truly worthy of the name."

A flippant voice came from behind him, and Frost turned around to see a pair of flip-flops in front of him.

Beach shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, a straw hat, and a playboy's pretty face.

Pompeii Gattuso, the current patriarch of the Gattuso family and the stallion of this generation, is, in contrast to Frost, a dissolute and extravagant nobleman.

"Pompeii, Caesar and that woman have been captured by them."

"They weren't arrested; they were just visiting China."

Pompeii waved his hand dismissively, as if Andre hadn't taken away the most outstanding heir of the Gattuso family.

"Caesar, we spent..."

"You still don't understand, this was just a joke. Mr. Ender is such a good man."

Pompeii sighed as he watched the Gattuso family guards dig up and wake the people buried in the ground.

“Look at these people, not one of them is dead. If it were me, Caesar’s little head would be on the door right now.”

"This threat is too childish and weak. It's just a prank. Don't take it too seriously."

Pompeii walked to the side and took a suit from the butler.

"I have a date tonight, so you'll have to take care of things here yourself."

After saying that, he got into a car without looking back, ready to start his nightlife, leaving Frost standing there to clean up the mess for Pompeii, as he usually did.

"Go track down where Lu Lincheng went and bring the young master back."

What should we do about that woman?

"A person next to me asked."

"She won't live much longer anyway, so let's just ignore her."

At Frost's command, the Gattuso family's intelligence system immediately sprang into action.

Meanwhile, on the flight to China, Giovanni sat in a spacious seat holding a baby, glaring angrily at Lu Lincheng.

"Lu Lincheng, how could you do such a thing, kidnapping someone's wife and children?"

“Mr. Ander, you too, even though the Gattuso family is targeting us, they can’t do such a thing.”

Lu Lincheng scratched his head, his super high IQ working hard, wanting to say something to comfort his wife who was still angry.

Ander looked up from the magazine and said calmly:

"How come you're even more saintly than me? Have you forgotten how they bullied you?"

Although Giovanni didn't understand the meaning of the Virgin Mary, she could understand what Ender was trying to express.

"I just feel..."

"You're just being overly maternal because you're pregnant. Calm down. I just want to take Mrs. Gattuso and the young master to China for a month."

Ander glanced at Giovanni, who was holding Caesar. Giovanni was newly pregnant and her hormones were out of whack. She was overflowing with maternal love and had taken the initiative to take care of Caesar.

Giovanni didn't speak, but gently rocked the child in her arms. Little Caesar had already woken up and, looking at the unfamiliar woman in front of him, couldn't help but cry.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, Lincheng, what should we do?"

Lu Lincheng glanced at the child's mother, who was still unconscious, then at Ander, who seemed uninvolved, and tentatively said:

"Perhaps he's hungry?"

"But I don't have any milk either?"

Caesar's cries grew louder and louder. Gulveig, who was curled up nearby, trembled and groggily got up, wanting to go to the child's side.

“Julio Ceasare…”

Seeing this, Giovanni gently returned the child to Gulweg. She sat there, gently took off her clothes to breastfeed little Caesar, humming an Italian folk song, looking full of divine maternal love.

Giovanni looked at Gulweg, who was breastfeeding, and stroked her own belly with an envious expression.

Lu Lincheng and Ander left their seats to avoid the situation, leaving the place to their two mothers.

When they returned, they saw Gulvigne chatting with Giovanni in Italian.

Having spent the last few years in Kassel, Ander had learned quite a few languages ​​and skillfully joined their conversation in Italian.

"Madam, as a good friend of the Gattuso family, I would like to invite you and your children to take a trip to China."

A gentle breeze carried Ander's words to Gulweg.

"Second Uncle, it's the Word Spirit - Kamaitachi."

Lu Lincheng keenly discovered this Word of Power that was identical to his own.

Gulweger paused for a moment before speaking:

Do I have any other options?

"Trust me, my wife, China is a wonderful place, you will love it there."

Gulweger nodded. He could tell that these people had no intention of harming him. The old man in front of him was terrifyingly powerful, but he meant him no harm.

“You can call me Gulweg, although it’s a cursed name.”

Gulveig is a goddess in Norse mythology, a member of the Vanir gods. It is said that she angered Odin, who then hurled a spear at her and pierced her body.

But Gulweg possessed incredible vitality; even Odin's spear couldn't kill her. She only died after being pierced three times.

Instead of interrupting Giovanni and Gulvig's conversation, Ander pulled Lu Lincheng aside and started talking to him about what had happened over the years.

Time flew by in the pleasant atmosphere. Gulweger lay in a capsule chair with Caesar in her arms, listening to the other three chatting in Chinese. For the first time, she experienced a tranquility completely different from that at Gattuso Estate.

The plane landed in Beiping, and the group took a minibus to a closed building on the outskirts of Beiping, where they were greeted by a middle-aged man with a square face.

"Hello Mr. Lu, I am Lin Hongwei, the person in charge of the relevant department."

Ander looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and could feel his own blood in him. Lin Hongwei rolled up his sleeves, revealing the golden scales on his arms. The two smiled at each other.

"You guys actually call this place a relevant department?"

Minister Lin gave an embarrassed look.

"Old Lu, you were the one who decided on this name back then. You said, don't be like the Japanese and call it something like Snake-Headed Eight Families. It's best to just call it the relevant department, to keep it under wraps."