Chapter 399 The King of Sky and Wind

The silver moonlight shines on the luxurious dining table, which is covered with silver candlesticks. Each candlestick is decorated with candles decorated with rose petals. The bright red petals are illuminated by the fire, like a glowing garden.

Even if the candle's fire is exposed to the sea breeze, it does not waver at all, as if an invisible glass cover covers the flames.

A black-haired boy in a black suit, holding a knife and fork, gracefully cut a piece of meat from a grilled lamb chop.

The young man looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was sitting in the main seat.

There were a total of five people sitting at this dining table. A handsome middle-aged man and a beautiful blond girl sat on the boy's right side, and another serious middle-aged man and a gray-haired old man sat on his left side.

They waited for the boy to move first before picking up the knives and forks beside the dinner plate.

"A very complex seasoning." The young man chewed it carefully and opened his eyes: "You humans do have a unique talent for enjoyment."

"As long as it suits your taste." The handsome man sitting on the boy's right smiled, raised the tall wine glass, and took a sip. The wine glass contained mellow red wine with a strong aroma.

"I like your cultural diversity. Even if it's only a few hundred years apart, completely different cultures will be born in the same place. A few hundred years later, the people who once built the order turned into a handful of loess, and the old order was destroyed. Overturned, a new order was established by new people, your history is like a cycle that will not be repeated."

The young man wiped his mouth with a napkin, raised the high wine glass, and the waiter standing beside him poured wine for him with the bottle in his hands: "Unfortunately, every time a new order is born, it is just a flash in the pan and cannot be maintained for a long time. .”

"Human history is the history of war and renewal." The white-haired old man sitting on the left hand side of the boy smiled: "That's why we long for innovation."

"I don't care how ambitious you are, as long as I can achieve my goal in the end." The young man took a sip of wine, his dark eyes reflecting the light of the candle like obsidian.

"I think our cooperation will be very pleasant, Lord of the sky and wind." The elegantly dressed girl raised her wine glass.

"I hope so." The boy and the girl clinked glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

The waiter brought plates of Italian dishes, and the boy only tasted a small bite of each dish. He spent most of the time shaking the wine glass and looking deeply at the sea in the distance.

It wasn't until the candle flame on the candlestick suddenly swayed that he withdrew his gaze and said softly: "The person we were waiting for is here."

The sea breeze blew the white sails, and the bow of the sailboat swayed in circles of water, sailing in the quiet night.

Caesar put on waterproof goggles and gestured to the people around him.

When the time came to dive, the people in black diving suits stood up one by one and jumped towards the sea. The rocks blocked the waves caused by the free fall.

There was a roaring sound in his ears, and Caesar was submerged by the tide. Wherever he could see, there was boundless darkness.

But whether there is light or not does not affect his judgment of the position of the ship and the team members.

Yan Ling·Kamaita, the invisible Kamitatsus swim in the water and tell him the voices that others cannot hear.

He quickly found all the team members. Fifteen people, led by him, formed a herringbone formation like wild geese, swimming in an orderly manner under the sea.

They have a tacit understanding, like a well-trained army.

The weasels emerged from the sea and moved with the wind.

Caesar heard the commotion on the ship, the clinking of knives and forks, the clinking of wine glasses, and people dining on the deck.

1, 2, 3

There were only about a dozen people on deck.

The wind blew through the open window, and there was the sound of pages turning. The captain at the helm yawned, as if he was flipping through a magazine to relieve boredom.

Everyone is on deck, great opportunity!

Caesar gestured to Nono, telling her to go to the captain's room to clean up the captain, and he led the others to the deck for a surprise attack.

Nono made an OK gesture and floated towards the direction Caesar pointed.

Caesar also led the rest of the people to the deck.

Move quickly, it's a blitzkrieg!

A dozen heads emerged from the sea and took out the hooks around their waists.

The metal hooks firmly bit the wooden hull. They pulled the rope hard to ensure that they would not fall, then stepped on the side of the hull and climbed up the rope.

Caesar took a deep breath, pulled off his goggles, and took out the Desert Eagle from his tactical bag.

The magazine was filled with Frigga bullets, which only had an anesthetic effect but could not kill anyone.

After being mentally prepared, he waved his hand for an assault, and he was the first to jump onto the deck as the leader.

But when he jumped up, he suddenly thought of something. Kamitachi didn't hear any voices, but how could those sailors drinking on the deck not speak?

The most important thing for sailors on a long voyage is to chat and drink together, but no one at the table even said a word to each other.

He trusted Kamaita too much, and his words and spirits never made mistakes.

When he passed through the barrier made of wind, he finally discovered an abnormality. The picture he saw outside the barrier was different from the one inside the barrier. It was some kind of unheard-of blinding method!

But it was too late, everyone on the deck looked at this side as if they knew he was coming.

Applause rang out, and Caesar's eyes swept over the familiar face.

Pompeii Gattuso, the man sat at the table, applauding him.

"Great tactics, Caesar is worthy of being the appointed successor of the family." Pompey said.

Caesar's men boarded the ship amidst applause and pointed their guns at the people on board.

But Caesar held out his hand to stop them, and whispered: "Put down the gun."

"But, boss!"

"Put it down!" Caesar shouted.

The student union officials were silenced by his roar and put down their M4 rifles.

Caesar looked at the black-haired boy across the dining table.

The kamaitas knelt down and trembled before the young man, as if they were worshiping a tyrant.

When the student union cadres put away their guns, the young man turned his head and looked at the sea, holding the wine glass with two fingers, looking calm and calm.

The weasels returned to Caesar like pardoned prisoners.

He had a hunch that if they continued to point their guns at the boy, they would die here.

"Did you know I was coming?" Caesar looked at Pompeii.

Next to Pompeii, sat a blond girl with a delicate face that looked like a sculpture by a famous Greek artist. She looked twenty years old but had eyes in her thirties. She was wearing the makeup of a European noblewoman and expensive clothes. Waist skirt, covered with fur vest.

But this was not Pompeii's new date. If so, the girl was now sitting on Pompeii's lap, and what Caesar saw was that there was a gap of three seats between the girl and Pompeii.

Judging from the seating arrangement, the real centerpiece of this dinner was the young man.

Caesar could feel that the young man was in danger. When he and the young man looked at each other, he felt a stinging sensation of a sharp knife being pressed between his eyebrows, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped.

Who is that? He has never heard of anyone who can make "Kamaitachi" have such abnormality.

The only way he knew that could interfere with the words spirit was the vice principal's "commandments", but "Kamaitachi" didn't behave like he was sealed by the "commandments", it was more like "Kamatachi" himself was afraid.

Just as he was guessing the boy's identity, Pompeii spoke.

"Is this necessary between us? My dear Caesar, in fact, I have always wanted to be a good father," Pompey wiped away non-existent tears with a handkerchief.

"It's not too late now. As long as you arrange a ship for us and take us to Chicago, you will be my good father." Caesar said coldly.

"If this can repair the broken father-son relationship between us, of course I am willing, but Caesar, you just want to take advantage of Dad's love for you, so I refuse."

"It's as if we really have some feelings for each other." Caesar snorted coldly: "I only have one condition. The people who send me leave safely and ensure that they will not be punished in any way."

"Okay." Pompeo nodded: "But son, you should understand that this is not free."

"I will accept the family's arrangement."

"Well, he is indeed my son. He can do things for everyone."

Pompeii smiled, clapped his hands, and a group of men in black walked up to Caesar.

"Take Caesar's friends to the airport in Genoa and use my Global Express. I must say, the experience of flying on the plane is like sleeping in a five-star hotel. You will have a good sleep and wake up. Then you’ll find yourself arriving at the airport in Chicago.”

"Boss"

The student union officials looked at Caesar reluctantly.

"It's not like I'm dead. We can get together if we have the opportunity in the future." Caesar said.

The cadres had complicated expressions and felt helpless. They could not change anything by themselves.

"There are 13 people in total. Fortunately, my Global Express can accommodate them." Pompeo narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the student union cadres being sent to the other side.

"There are 14 people and a girl who went to the captain's room. You must ensure that they can all leave safely." Caesar's voice was low.

"No, just 13, that girl, I mean, Chen Motong, she has to stay." Pompeo said meaningfully.

"What do you want to do!" Caesar suddenly stepped forward and stared into Pompeii's eyes, so excited that his golden pupils ignited.

"Don't get me wrong, kid." Pompeo slapped his hand away, pointed at the serious middle-aged man opposite him and said, "Let me introduce to you, this is Chen Motong's father, the head of the Chen family."

Caesar frowned and looked at the serious man wearing a simple bamboo cloth.

"Nono's father?" He had never heard Nono talk about her family. He only knew that Nono attended the preparatory class at BJ. After graduation, he was rated as an A-level hybrid and went directly to Kassel.

Some students who attended the preparatory class like Nono said that Nono came from a large mixed-race family and was very arrogant when she was in the preparatory class. Even the teacher could not control her.

Caesar once asked Nono about this matter, but Nono prevaricated and changed the subject vaguely. He could see that Nono didn't want to talk about this, so he asked no more questions.

Is this man really Nuonuo's father? If so, why would he appear here?

The head of the Gattuso family and the head of the Chen family are getting together tonight. What are they going to talk about?

Caesar had a bad feeling.

At this time, Pompey glanced at the door of the captain's cabin.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask Chen Motong to confront him personally."

The door opened and Nono walked out of the room.

Her hands were behind her back and she was handcuffed. The person escorting him was Patsy.

"Ms. Chen, please forgive me for being rude." Patsy took out the key and unlocked Nono's handcuffs.

Nono waved his hand and glanced at Patsy with lingering fear.

When she entered the cabin, she immediately saw Patsy dozing on a chair.

She thought she could easily subdue this man who looked like "Young Master with Kidney Deficiency", but what she didn't expect was that "Young Master with Kidney Deficiency" was much faster and stronger than her, an A-level hybrid.

The strength of the two people was not on the same level, and she was almost crushed and subdued.

The last time she encountered this situation, she provoked Lu Mingfei.

"You're not hurt, Nono." Caesar quickly stepped forward and held Nono's hand.

"I'm fine, but it looks like your plan to hijack the ship has failed." Nuonuo shrugged and glanced across the deck.

When she saw the man in bamboo cloth, she was suddenly stunned.

"Long time no see." The man turned his head and glanced at Nono indifferently. There was no such thing as fatherly love in his eyes.

"I don't want to see you." Nono curled her lips and spoke in a voice that only she could hear.

Pompeo came over and patted Patsy on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, Patsy. Go and have a rest. Remember to take medicine on time. After taking medicine, you will feel better and won't be so uncomfortable."

"Thank you, Master, for your concern." Passi saluted Caesar and Pompeii respectively, then turned and left.

"Your friend will be able to return to Chicago tomorrow morning, but the night is very long tonight. We can talk about some things slowly at the dinner table." Pompeii invited Caesar and Nono.

Caesar and Nono looked at each other and followed Pompeii to their seats. They had no room to refuse.

Several speedboats picked up the student union officials and took them to the airport, and the excess people also evacuated the deck.

The waiter brought new wine glasses for Caesar and Nono. The two of them sat close to each other, directly opposite the young man. The two chairs had been prepared before they came.

"I know you have a lot to ask," Pompeo said, "but before that, I have to introduce the guests to you."

"This is Elisabeth Laurent, twenty-two years old, school director of Kassel." Pompeo introduced the girl next to him, "Her family is one of the largest syndicates in Europe, engaged in mining and finance. The Tussot family has the largest annual donation to Kassel College, followed by Lisa’s Laurent family.”

"Hello." Laurent waved, with a sweet smile on his oval face.

"I won't introduce Chen Motong's father much."

"The old man next to Father Chen is Friedrich von Long, a member of the original Lionheart Society, and an old friend of Angers."

"I have a very good relationship with Angers. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Long touched his beard.

"Haha, Long, you are really good at joking." Pompeo laughed: "Finally, allow me to introduce our distinguished guests."

Both Caesar and Nono consciously focused their attention on the young man opposite them, but Pompeii's next words made them stunned.

"He is the noble first-generation species, the king of sky and wind among the four dragon kings!"

The young man slowly turned his head, and his dark eyes turned into lava-like red gold in an instant, and the terrifying pressure was released.

Caesar's scythe was suddenly activated. It wasn't a scythe, it was a vampire scythe!

The hot blood flowed and pierced his skin. The bright red blood turned into a crimson weasel, surrounding the young man's body and letting out a sharp cheer.