He remembered that this was his birthday gift when he was nine years old, and he spent a lot of money to customize it.

But no matter how much it cost, it was nothing, because the woman couldn't wait any longer. He still remembered that when the woman split the wooden box to reveal the motorcycle, she touched the top of his head and said, "It feels like a real motorcycle when you ride it."

You are a man now, Caesar, show your mother!"

The boy is in a daze, Caesar? Am I Caesar?

But the memory is so profound. He understands his mother's intention more clearly than anyone else. It is not to spend money to express maternal love, but that her mother cannot wait for the day when he grows up...from the day he was born.

, his mother is destined not to wait until he grows up.

But my mother really wants to see him grow up...

So that day he rode this motorcycle, flew across the entire garden, and landed on the roof of his father's Rolls-Royce, leaving scar-like tire marks on the shiny spray paint.

His mother cheered loudly for him, and he was very happy. He liked that her mother was proud of him.

The boy stood there for a long time, thinking about various things. He felt a sense of rejection, and finally just shook his head and let out a long sigh.

He got on the motorcycle and picked up a square iron bucket and a bucket of kerosene.

He rode a motorcycle like a horse, drove slowly to the central altar, deftly bypassed all the candlesticks, came to the hexagonal coffin, and poured the entire barrel of kerosene on the coffin.

He had obviously not used his sign language for a "long time", but he was as proficient in using it as before, gesturing to the woman in the coffin.

"Mom, those who have caused you pain will all pay the price for what they have done!"

He held a Zippo lighter and looked down at the woman's face for perhaps the last time. It seemed that he had repeated this scene countless times. In the end, he just stared expressionlessly with stubborn determination in his eyes.

Because my mother said that men should not cry, because crying is useless, only cowards cry.

So he thought that he would only cry until he died. At that time, he had exhausted all his strength and had no way out. There was no one around him who could help him. It wouldn't hurt to cry at this time... right?

The boy threw the lighter on the hexagonal coffin. Before the flying flames touched the corner of his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the purple curtain hanging above the church and pulled hard.

This giant curtain covered most of the dome, and the corners blew down to the top of the hexagonal coffin. At this moment, the whole curtain fell, covering the coffin and all the candlesticks. It was as if the sky was tilted and instantly turned into a blazing flame seven or eight meters high.

The fire alarm device was activated instantly, and a curtain of water fell from the sky like a rainstorm, but before the water curtain completely extinguished the fire, the hexagonal coffin would be reduced to ashes.

"Mom...this is the last time I come to see you."

The boy whispered to himself, like some kind of subconscious decision, but also like some kind of farewell from the bottom of his heart.

Between the curtain of water and fire, the Harley motorcycle roared across the central altar, its black silhouette as sharp as a knife!

During the dinner, the drunken men and women were dancing or clinking glasses, when suddenly they heard the roar of an engine echoing in the long corridor!

They were not allowed to react at all. The thick wooden door was knocked open from the outside. The boy jumped up on his Harley and drove over the dining table filled with wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware, unscrupulously.

Knock everything away and crush it.

"Caesar! What are you doing?" someone tried to yell.

"Pay the bill." The boy said coldly, threw the curtain in front of a certain aunt, took out an unnumbered check and threw it on the ground. The signature was in flying Italian.

"Sorry to interrupt your celebration. I just held a cremation for my mother. I probably burned the central altar." The boy looked coldly at the old gentleman who was trying to control the situation. "Uncle, please help me fill in the appropriate

I gave the number to Mr. Bishop and told him that although I was grateful for the Mass he said for my mother, I didn’t like his accent.”

Frost stared into the boy's eyes and spoke in an extremely stern tone: "You have grown up, you should stop messing around. You are the heir to the Gattuso family, you must know the rules!"

"I see the rules written on your faces," the boy tilted his head. Even though he had seen this scene countless times, looking around at his noble and elegant elders, anger was still burning in his heart.

"But all I want to do is run over it!"

He put the gear into gear, and the motorcycle returned along the way it came, running over the entire long table again. After landing, it made another beautiful flick. After going out, it went away along the long corridor, knocking open the carved iron in the basement.

door and go away along the garden path.

The roar of the four-row pipe can still be heard far away, representing his ridicule to his noble family, the powerful parents... and even the whole world.

But deep down in his heart, the boy also knew that this was useless. His ridicule was just the barking of a milk dog. Face was worthless to some people. Those in power cared about other things.

It was as if there was a voice in his heart that kept bewitching him, asking him to liberate something and put to death all the untouchables who dared to transgress and insult his mother!

The elves in the dark night were still conveying to him the sounds in the house, and those dirty elders were still whispering.

"He probably also knows that the family is very happy about his mother's death..."

"Actually, the dead woman was nothing at all... But his son's name was Caesar, which was the name of a great king... What king would let go of someone who made his mother suffer?"

The boy's face was expressionless. He stood in front of the church where the fire was burning. The firelight was flying like thousands of fireflies. He was expressionless, but his anger still had nowhere to vent.

You are right, but it has nothing to do with my name. Whether my name is Caesar or something else, I will never let go of the person who caused my mother pain!

Frost picked up the check and it was signed Caesar Gullweger.

"He actually uses his mother's surname... Is this to deny that he is a member of the Gattuso family?"

"We are celebrating the disappearance of the surname Gurweig, but it seems that everything is far from over..."

"Such a child wants to inherit the family?"

"We must tame him at all costs. It is not up to us to decide who will inherit the family. It is his bloodline, the bloodline he chooses one out of ten thousand!"

The boy had a sneer on his lips and said something he didn't think he would say while talking to himself.

"Do you want to tame me? But as you said, how do you... match my bloodline?"

The dragon's blood in his body was as hot as a church fire, and his whole body seemed to be boiling.

It was extremely painful, and the boy let out an inexplicable growl from his throat.

There seemed to be a voice coming from the abyss in my ears, "Come, kill... them all!"

When his mind was in chaos, a dazzling light appeared in front of his eyes, making him unable to open his eyes, and then it seemed that he... opened his eyes.

The dazzling sunlight entered his eyes, the sound of the partition door being opened was heard in his ears, and the cold winter wind blew across his cheeks, making him sober up a little.

"Have I slept?"

Caesar sat up and looked at Chu Zihang, who just opened the door.

The crisp sound of the awakening bamboo in the courtyard is transmitted into the second room, which is orderly and calming.

"It's almost noon. I don't think Brother Caesar is such an undisciplined person, so let's take a look."

Chu Zihang's face was expressionless, "Are you okay?"

Caesar pressed his forehead with one hand, "It's okay, I just had a rare dream."

He did not accuse Chu Zihang of opening the door without authorization. Although they were not on a mission, if there was anything abnormal, Chu Zihang should indeed come and check.

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar who was sweating profusely, and did not ask at this moment. He originally thought that Caesar was seriously injured during a sparring session with Brother Yuan yesterday.

So I didn't worry about it. If Caesar fell into a coma, he could send him to the hospital.

Lu Mingfei is not here, some things are just so inconvenient.

"Where are Brother Lu and the others?"

Caesar got up in his pajamas and prepared to take a bath.

"Not back yet, but they shouldn't have anything to worry about."

Chu Zihang didn't contact Brother Lu at all because he didn't think there was anything in the world that could hurt him.

Brother Lu and Eriki went out and had a lot of fun. They were so happy together. Not being a light bulb was the first thing a good brother would realize.

"Are you taking the girl out for the night? Brother Yuan knows that he doesn't want to kill someone."

Caesar laughed and complained, after all, Eri is a minor in every sense of the word, and the two are not married.

"It's okay, Brother Yuan can't beat him."

Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.

"Haha, Brother Yuan will feel heartbroken when he hears this."

Caesar walked out of the door, "I'm going to take a shower first. Brother Chu, do you want to come with me?"

This is not a strange statement, because there are still traces of sweat stains on Chu Zihang's skin, obviously he has been exercising all morning.

Behind the mansion of the Sheqi Eight Family, there is a luxurious open-air hot spring, which is very comfortable.

"Getting ready to go."

Chu Zihang has no problem. Anyway, there are no paparazzi from the press department here, and there will be no strange rumors.

We are all men, what’s wrong with soaking in a hot spring together?

Ten minutes later, the two of them were leaning on the stone slab beside the hot spring, and the butler of the Sheqi Hachi family's residence here brought lunch and sake.

Caesar is quite used to it. After all, he is a person who enjoys himself. Chu Zihang has never been so corrupt.

But he had to admit that it felt good to be served. Soaking in the open-air hot springs in winter, eating snacks and drinking with friends was indeed a rare relaxing time in life.

At this moment, the door of the hot spring courtyard opened, and another man with an explosive figure walked in with a towel on his shoulders.

"Hey, I'm taking a dip too."

Lu Chen said hello to the two of them in a refreshing mood. He walked up to Chu Zihang and picked a good spot to soak in without noticing anything.

"You just came back at this time, where is Eriyi?"
To be continued...