Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He subconsciously touched her smooth cheek, which felt so unfamiliar, like someone else's skin.

"It's such a nostalgic feeling." There was a hint of nostalgia in Finkel's voice.

Ye Fan stood up from the chair next to him and patted Finger on the shoulder: "Welcome back to the civilized world, Mr. Finger."

"No, no, he's not quite back in civilization yet. He needs to at least have some decent clothes."

Ange smiled and took out an exquisite leather business card holder from his inner pocket, pulled out a black card and handed it to Barber:

"Please send the bill to Kassel College. Also, the three suits I ordered should be ready by now, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Ange." Barber respectfully took the black card. "Your three custom-made Brioni suits were just flown in from Rome this morning. They have been adjusted to your measurements."

Three assistants in white shirts came out from the inner room, pushing clothes hangers covered with dust sheets.

When the dust cover was removed, three suits with a low-key luster under the light were revealed to the public.

"The dark navy double-breasted suit on the left belongs to the president of Angers," Barber explained. "It's made of Super 150 wool, with a silk and cashmere blend lining, and the buttons are made of natural mother-of-pearl. We embroidered the Kassel College crest on the collar as you requested."

Ange nodded with satisfaction and ran his hand over the almost invisible dark embroidery on the lapel of his suit.

It was a half-rotten world tree, embroidered with silk threads of the same color as the fabric, and the faint glimmer could only be seen at certain angles.

This was in line with his aesthetic, but he wasn't very happy because he had always worn clothes of this level.

"The midnight black single-breasted suit in the middle is for Mr. Ye." Barber continued, "What's special about it is that we use a blend of bulletproof fiber and wool, yet it's lighter than an ordinary suit."

"Each button is a micro-positioning device, and the cuffs are lined with a special silver thread—according to Mr. Ange's requirements, it can resist most attacks from spiritual powers."

Ye Fan picked up the suit jacket with great interest, and could see the faint metallic luster in the fabric when holding it up to the light.

This seemingly ordinary suit is actually a high-tech armor, probably worth as much as a small arsenal.

Although it is of no use to him, it is undeniable that the cheap dad did put his heart into it.

It was worth it that I gave him a body of the first generation.

"As for the charcoal grey plaid suit on the right..." Barber looked at Fingle, "it was custom-made for this gentleman. It's made of Harris Tweed, and the lining is Shetland wool, a specialty of northern Scotland."

Finkel stared at the suit blankly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the fine plaid on the cuffs.

After six years, he almost forgot that he was once an elite who wore this kind of high-end custom-made clothes and moved in and out of high society.

"Don't be in a daze, change into it." Ye Fan stuffed the suit into Finger's arms, "It's time for us to go meet the Gattuso family."

"I'm not in a daze. It would be great if you could give me this money. I can go back and eat foie gras and drink red wine every day!"

Finkel tugged at the suit, feeling a bit painful. He had a lot of clothes like this, but he was just too lazy to wear them.

It would be even better if all this could be converted into money for him. Although he could receive $1 in salary from Ye Fan every month, it was not enough to spend.

After his bloodline improved, his appetite could be said to be more than 10 times greater than before.

"Really? Have I ever made you hungry in the dormitory?" Ye Fan covered his head and looked at Finkel with eyes full of disappointment.

Half an hour later, the three of them stood in front of a neoclassical building in the center of Milan.

Ange was wearing a navy blue suit, his silver hair was combed meticulously, and the ebony cane in his hand shone with a warm luster in the sun.

Ye Fan's black suit made his slender figure look even more upright, and he had an antique silver tie clip on his tie.

And Finkel, the once sloppy man, now looks brand new. His charcoal gray plaid suit complements his light blond hair, and he exudes a long-lost elite temperament.

"Remember, Fingel," Ange whispered, "Today you just need to stand by and smile, and don't say anything. If the Gattuso family asks about Greenland, just say your memory is hazy."

Finkel nodded, his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously.

The door opened silently, and a blond young man stood inside.

His left eye was covered by his flowing blond hair, and his exposed right eye was sky blue.

"Welcome, President Ange." Patsy Gattuso bowed slightly, his voice as controlled and precise as his entire person. "Mr. Frost is waiting for you in the reception room."

Ye Fan's gaze was fixed on Percy, or to be more precise, on his left eye which was covered by his blond hair.

In his perception, there was an extremely rich aura of dragon blood surging there - not the diluted blood of ordinary hybrids, but the fluctuation of almost pure blood.

I have known for a long time that Percy's other eye is a golden pupil that will never close. This is the pure bloodline of the King of Sky and Wind. I really want to play with it... Ye Fan stared at Percy with desire in his eyes.

Percy obviously noticed Ye Fan's gaze, and his body stiffened slightly for a moment.

He resisted the urge to retreat and maintained a perfect, welcoming smile. "This is Mr. Ye, right? Young Master Caesar often mentions you."

"Really?" Ye Fan smiled and took a step forward, suddenly reaching out to brush away Percy's golden hair that was covering his left eye.

"What a coincidence, your eyes are blue too, and so are mine." He smiled and fixed his gaze on Percy's golden eyes.

Everyone present was stunned - Percy's left eye was completely in the vertical pupil state of a dragon, with a liquid metal-like luster flowing in the golden iris. There was no eyelid, only a layer of transparent nictitating membrane occasionally crossing the surface of the eyeball.

"What beautiful eyes!" Ye Fan exclaimed, his fingers almost touching the abnormal eye:

"Eyes like these must indicate an exceptional bloodline, pure power and authority."

Percy took a sudden step back, his blond hair covering his left eye again, and his breathing became a little rapid. "Mr. Ye, please respect yourself."

Ange intervened between the two of them at the right time: "Ye Fan, we are here to discuss serious matters today."

"Of course, of course." Ye Fan withdrew his hand, still wearing that unsettling smile on his face. "It's just an occupational disease, Mr. Percy, don't mind it."

Chapter 228 Gattuso's Banquet

In the reception room, Caesar's uncle Frost Gattuso had been waiting for a long time.

The acting head of the family wore a dark grey three-piece suit with a gleaming gold pocket watch chain on his chest, and he exuded the elegance of an old-fashioned aristocrat.

"Long time no see, Principal Ange," Frost greeted him warmly. "How long has it been? The last time we met was at the auction in Paris, wasn't it?"

Ange and Frost hugged each other. "If we had met face to face, it would have been at least five years. Is Pompeii still the same?"

"God knows where he's chasing beauties on the beach again." Frost shook his head helplessly. "He's nominally the head of the family, but in reality, all family affairs are left to me, his younger brother."

These two people are the top figures in the world of mixed-bloods. They can argue with each other when it comes to interests, but when people come and go, they have to put on a good show.

Ye Fan watched from the side and couldn't help but complain: These two old foxes are really pretending...

Frost's gaze turned to Ye Fan, suddenly becoming eager: "This is Brother Ye, right? Caesar has mentioned you to me many times, and you are indeed as handsome as he said."

Ye Fan shook hands politely. "Mr. Frost, thank you for your compliment. Although this is our first meeting, we've already done quite a bit of business."

"Ah! Those Deadpool specimens!" Frost's eyes lit up. "Those specimens are truly amazing, truly amazing! While we haven't yet figured out how they retain their human sanity, this is undoubtedly a major discovery in the history of hybrid research!"

Ye Fan smiled meaningfully: "Perhaps we can try other methods... For example, the prosthetic technology I recently developed?"

Frost's smile widened. "That's exactly what I was thinking. I'm sure we'll make a happy deal. The Gattuso family lacks everything except money. Come, the banquet is ready. Let's eat and talk."

The banquet was held in the Gattuso family's private banquet hall. Beneath the crystal chandelier, twelve string musicians played soothing classical music, while waiters carried silver trays around.

Ye Fan noticed that all the waiters were wearing special sunglasses - this was to prevent them from being affected by the golden eyes of the hybrids.

"About prosthetics," Frost said, sipping his Barolo. "We've already gained a preliminary understanding. It's truly a miraculous technology, Ye Fan. You truly are the undisputed number one alchemist among the hybrid race."

"Thanks for the compliment. After all, Flamel is my teacher."

Ye Fan cut off a piece of truffle foie gras: "I wonder how much you would like to order, Uncle Frost?"

"Haha, actually, if possible, I'd like to say that I'll order as much as you have." Frost laughed, with an expression on his face: I'm not short of money!

"If that's the case, then it's easier to discuss." Ye Fan also smiled. Who doesn't like to make money? He is the burden of an entire organization, and his financial needs are huge!

And it’s not just ordinary size, it’s extremely big! If Ye Fan’s current situation is compared to that of an ordinary working class person.

For him, buying a submarine means buying a 10 yuan car, and his next goal is to buy a 1000 million yuan villa.

This is a hundredfold difference, and Ye Fan really can't afford it now. Although the Bai family can help him, forget it. He is the leader of an organization, but he has to borrow money from his grandfather's family. It's really miserable.

Ye Fan couldn't afford to lose face.

"As a seller, I have an obligation to consider the buyer." Ye Fan said with a smile, "Since the Gattuso family hasn't made any breakthroughs in the experiment with the new Deadpool, why don't we find another way."

"Oh, another way?" Frost's tone was a little more anxious. Thousands of ancestors were buried beneath the family ancestral land. These were all resources that had to be utilized well!

"Actually, I can give you two solutions." Ye Fan stretched out two fingers and gestured to Frost.

"The first option is for me, Heavenly Court, to help the Gattuso family research a new type of Deadpool, and then hand over the research results to the Gattuso family."

"Of course, all research expenses will have to be borne by the Gattuso family, and they will also have to pay me $100 billion."

"100 billion US dollars? This price is a bit cheap." Frost touched his beard and disagreed.

He is certainly not the kind of person who likes to spend money everywhere, but the influence of the Heavenly Court has begun to show results.

Some advantages can be taken, while some cannot. The Gattuso family, which started out as a mafia family, can still distinguish this.

"It is indeed cheap, but the main reason is that we in Heaven will also use these research results." Ye Fan said directly and clearly.

Although 100 billion US dollars is useful for the current Heavenly Court, it can only help the Heavenly Court survive for another two years at most, and it is not enough to support Ye Fan’s goal.

But the main thing was his deal with Frost... was to complete the research, and all expenses incurred in the research would be paid for by the Gattuso family.

This is researching an unprecedented bio-alchemy technology, so spending hundreds of billions of dollars is quite normal...

Although Ye Fan had already mastered biological alchemy techniques.

But this did not prevent him from making money from the Gattuso family! With the influence of the Gattuso family, whether it was purchasing various experimental facilities or the materials he needed, he could purchase them at cost price.

More importantly, it saves time and effort! With this help, Ye Fan is sure that he can find a way to create an artificial S-level hybrid in the next year.

As for the imperial level, that involves the spiritual level, and the cost is too high, so we have to wait until the Heavenly Court is completely established and perfected before considering it.

Ultimately, it's still a lack of money. If there were tens of trillions of US dollars at this time, Ye Fan could also find a method to create an imperial hybrid just by spending money!

"That's a good suggestion, but how long will it take?" Frost asked.

"This is a long-term research. It will take at least 10 years." Ye Fan replied with a smile.

How could he hand over the experimental results directly to the Gattuso family after completing the transaction? This is Odin's base!

Helping the Gattuso family become stronger is to help Odin become stronger. He and Odin have been at war for a long time. How could he possibly do this loss-making business?

As for Caesar.

As we all know, Caesar is the number one traitor in the Gattuso family.

To put it simply, Caesar wanted to spend all the money of Gattuso's family. To put it in a higher way, Caesar wanted to kill his own father Odin!

Even if Caesar in the original novel spent his entire life in debauchery, he would never have spent even 1% of the Gattuso family's assets. As for killing a Dragon King, it was even more impossible.