Pompeii Gattuso was a stallion, and stallion means an animal used for breeding.
It has to be said that judging from this standard, Pompeii was quite qualified. He worked hard every day and gave birth to the next generation of heirs for the Gattuso family. At the same time, he was also quite a beast.
As a stallion, if you look at it horizontally, Pompeii is probably a very rare intelligence among stallions. He graduated from Cassel College and has a considerable level of intelligence. When he uses this intelligence to pick up girls, he is always successful.
In Caesar's memory, his father always brought women of different shapes and colors back to the room, and after a night of fun, they would come out of the room as if nothing had happened.
What’s interesting is that even though Pompeii worked so hard, there was only one child, Caesar, in the end, and Passy still had to rely on in vitro fertilization technology to give birth. It can only be said that flesh and blood are indeed weak, and sometimes they still need mechanical ascension.
For Passi, as an experimental subject, he was more likely to be exposed to the dark side of his family. His life as a marginalized person in the Gattuso Manor since he was a child also allowed him to see the wild side of the head of the family.
For example, there were water stains and stains all over the bed and walls, as well as small electric shock props that fell on the floor.
Because Caesar hated his father, every time Pompeii brought his lover back to the manor, he would hide in his room to avoid seeing her. But Percy was different. The child born in the laboratory always saw it earlier.
to the ugliness of the world.
Just like the man, woman and dog I accidentally saw back then.
Now, Caesar calmed down and followed his mother towards the distant manor. Neither he nor Gullweger spoke, but Patsy on the side could feel the anger rising in their hearts and couldn't help but move to the side.
move.
In front of you is the gate of Gattuso Manor. There are gilded patterns on the gate. Plant-like patterns spread over the gate, forming a vague eye shape. If you look carefully, you can find that it is the pride of all mixed races.
Their burning golden boy.
Caesar stood in front of the gate, clenching his fists. Just like what Patsy said, he originally wanted to have a good talk with his father, but his mother was right, Pompeii is a man who can't be beaten if you don't hit him in the face.
Bastard who doesn't know pain.
And now, Caesar is coming to slap his father in the face.
Standing in front of the gate, the divine power given by Bahamut fluctuated with Caesar's breathing, covering him like a cloak. Then he raised his fist high and smashed it on the iron gate in front of him.
boom!
The gate was dented, the iron railings buckled and deformed under the tremendous force, and then the hinges of the gate were overwhelmed and shattered in the final bombardment.
The door slowly fell down, revealing the luxurious manor in front of it. It was here that the Gattuso family once accepted the worship of their subordinates. At that time, they were still the emperors of Sicily.
But how could little Sicily satisfy the desires of these greedy hybrids? They longed for more, more, so the Gattuso family began to thrive.
They invested in real estate and made money in the light industry of food and daily necessities. Taking advantage of Angers' founding of Kassel College, the Gattuso family also prospered in the United States and acquired numerous industries that could support many family members for countless generations.
Now, the family's property has been transferred outside of Italy, and the old house left in Sicily has become Pompeii's palace and the place where the family trains the next generation. Caesar spent part of his childhood here.
But now, he's smashing down the family's door so that everyone inside can feel his wrath.
"Master Caesar, what do you want to do?" A man wearing a butler's uniform stood in front of Caesar. In Caesar's memory, he should be the new butler in the family in the past two years, responsible for taking care of the courtyard.
Caesar strode over and said calmly: "I want to talk to my father."
The butler is in his forties and has a strong build. He was once a member of the family elite, and he was once an enemy of Deadpool and the Dragon Clan. However, in front of Caesar, he involuntarily turned his head away and did not dare to look into his eyes.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
"The head of the Pompeii family is on vacation in the Caribbean..."
boom!
Caesar punched the flower bed next to him, and a corner of the ceramic flower bed was instantly missing: "Of course I know, but he won't talk to me honestly."
The butler had already sensed that something was wrong. Taking advantage of the moment when Caesar took action, he stepped forward and stabbed his young master in the throat with his fingers together.
"This is not possible, just wait and see." But Caesar was faster and grabbed the opponent's wrist. The strong force prevented the butler's attack from making an inch. The two were competing. Caesar looked relaxed, but the butler was holding back his blush.
Face.
The wrist grabbed by Caesar made a rattling sound, and was twisted little by little by Caesar. Then the offensive was reversed, Caesar used his feet hard, and suppressed the butler under him with a beautiful joint technique.
"Okay, first one, I hope you like the feeling of waiting in the field." Caesar took out a zip tie from his waist and tied up the butler. At this moment, the butler's eyes suddenly turned golden.
In the flower bed that Caesar had just broken, bits of dust were blown up by a gust of demonic wind that appeared out of nowhere, and the dust blew towards Caesar's eyes.
Being blinded by yellow sand is a despicable tactic, but for the butler who is an elite member of the Gattuso family, it is a tactic he often uses.
The butler's word spirit is Yinliu, a word spirit that controls the air flow. The wind it stirs up is not strong and can only blow things like thin iron sheets.
But the housekeeper likes this word spirit very much, because it can easily spread poison powder and assassinate the designated target without knowing it, or like now, blow the dust into the opponent's eyes, giving him a chance.
Time to escape.
Caesar's hand loosened slightly, and the butler underneath him flew out like a wild horse, and his words were carried by the wind to Caesar's ears: "Master Caesar, you still lack combat experience. In battle, no matter what moves you use,
reasonable."
In response to this, Caesar calmly pulled out the pistol from his waist, even with his eyes closed, and relied solely on the hearing amplification brought by the word spirit Kamamitachi to lock onto the running butler in front of him.
Boom!
"This move is called a pistol. Times have changed, butler."
Patsy looked at the housekeeper who was knocked unconscious by Frigga's bullet, covered his forehead and complained silently: "So why didn't you use it in the first place?"
"Because it's cool to use fists," Caesar waved his blood-congested and red right hand: "So use fists."
Then, Caesar looked at the fallen butler, shook his pistol with some nostalgia and said: "He said I was inexperienced, so I suddenly remembered that I once learned a move from a guy who knew how to fight, which is what you see.
this."
"This is called the Brass Dragon Unrestricted Fighting Technique·Pistol Style."