Chapter 94: Meeting an Old Friend (Part )

Angers' wait was soon rewarded when Playboy opened the door and appeared in his office.

Pompey said excitedly: "Hey! Angers, guess what I found in the rain forest of the Southeast Asian archipelago this time? Let me tell you..."

"I'm not interested in what you found." Ange shook his head and interrupted him, saying, "I'm only interested in your guess."

The patriarch of the Gattuso family did not do any real work, leaving all family affairs to his younger brother Frost. He traveled all over the world, flirting with women everywhere, and collecting old items from the previous era, such as a well-preserved mummy, an empty ancient coffin...

"Okay." Seeing that Ange didn't want to hear about his collection, Pompey shrugged and said, "Then let's continue with my guess. But I have to make it clear in advance that this is just my guess. The real situation can only be known after sending people down."

Ange said: "The main thing is that your guess is not unreasonable. If the situation is just as you said after our people go down, then it would be a good idea to have another contingency plan."

Although Pompeii, the playboy who did not work seriously, looked dissolute, he was actually quite capable, although the brushes were not very bristle.

"Kassel Academy, your king is back!"

Finkel's post immediately caused heated discussion in the campus forum.

That mysterious S-level student showed amazing strength on the first free day after enrollment, and then went to participate in the S-level special training before he showed anything else. Half a year has passed, and the other party has completed the special training and returned. I am afraid that he will soon be able to dominate Kassel Academy.

"Fingal, it's almost the end of the semester. If you don't concentrate on preparing for class, do you still want to graduate?"

Seeing that he was still interested in making news, Zhang Baiqing felt helpless to complain.

Finkel said carelessly, "Don't worry about that. I failed two courses last semester and I won't be able to graduate this year."

"You're so proud? You'll be back to enroll next semester, and that will be your 8th year. You'll have gone through the 6 levels of students, A, B, C, D, and F, by then. Don't let the academy assign you a G-level student, or you'll be worse than an animal. But I think the academy might choose to set up a new level for you over expelling you... Maybe brainwashing isn't a bad idea after all?"

Finkel was somewhat doubtful. "It shouldn't be that serious, right? I owe the college so much money. They invested so much in my education, and it's all sunk costs. If they sack me, all their efforts will be wasted, and they won't be able to recover any of the costs."

"That makes sense." Zhang Baiqing pondered for a moment and said, "Then do you think the academy will assign you a mission to carry a bomb and die together with the Dragon King? This way, we can at least reduce the number of specialists sacrificed and reclaim the last bit of your value."

Finkel said sadly, "It doesn't seem that likely, does it? What if I blow up the bomb in advance? Then they will have to pay with a bomb that can kill the Dragon King? My life is much more valuable."

"It seems to be true..." Zhang Baiqing gave him a thumbs up: "You have proved that as long as I am useless enough, no one can take advantage of my value."

"I don't know whether you are praising me or scolding me..."

"Praising someone and scolding someone don't conflict, do they?"

While Zhang Baiqing was trying hard to fool this big German fool, Pompey had already finished discussing that horrific hypothesis with Angers.

Ange went to the Equipment Department and asked Director Acadula to secretly make some backup plans on the Trieste, so that if the situation changed, the God-killing Plan could be implemented immediately.

"Why not just use the main plan?" Director Akadula was a little confused. "In fact, if the amount of ammunition in the main plan is controlled and accurately delivered, Japan will not sink completely. At most, it will cause a tsunami and an earthquake, and it will be 100% certain to completely kill the embryo."

Ange's face darkened: "This is just a second-choice plan. It may not be used. I don't really intend to bomb Japan."

"Ok."

Director Akadullah spread his hands helplessly, but it was also good to get a big bomb plan.

Amber Hall is the headquarters of the student union. Caesar saw Finkel's post and was leading his club members to discuss how to deal with the return of the S-level freshman.

The door of the conference room was opened, and a man wearing big sunglasses, a floral short shirt and blue-green beach shorts rushed in. His first sentence made Caesar, who was presiding over the meeting and described by the outside world as a lion, turn pale.

"Hey! Caesar, my dear son! Your dear father is here to see you. Are you happy? Are you surprised?"

The man's careless words surprised the members of the student union's elite societies. The man's dress was a bit unique in Kassel College, as if he treated Kassel College as a holiday beach.

Caesar said mercilessly: "We are in a meeting. Can someone please ask this irrelevant person to leave?"

The members of the student union looked at each other in bewilderment. Caesar's father was the director of Kassel College, and from the conversation between the father and son, it seemed that something was not right with them.

At this critical moment, Chen Motong stood up. The red-haired girl walked up to Pompey and made a gesture of invitation: "Sir, we are having a critical meeting. If you are here to look for your relatives, please go to the waiting room and wait." Pompey looked at Chen Motong and said, "You are the girl my son wants to pursue? Your name is Chen Motong, right? Very good, I am optimistic that you can become the daughter-in-law of our Gattuso family!"

"The meeting is suspended and will be held next time." Caesar immediately dissolved the meeting, walked up to Pompey with a dark face and a menacing look, and pulled him away: "Let's talk outside."

In the separate waiting room, Caesar drove out Chen Motong who wanted to watch the fun and closed the door. Only the father and son were left in the room.

Caesar then asked, "How did my busy father find time to come to Kassel College to visit his son? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere on earth picking up girls right now?"

Pompey said nonchalantly: "That's how it was originally, and then that stinky old man Ange wanted to see me about something, so I came to school."

"Oh, that's what I was saying." Caesar nodded. "How could you come back to Kassel College just to visit me? It would be much more normal if Principal Angers asked you to come back and visit me on the way."

"Don't say that. I actually care about you as my son."

"But there are many women who are more important than your son. If you can care about them, I think you are awesome."

Caesar has a troupe of beautiful girls dancing, and his usual rich and willful behavior makes him famous as a playboy in Kassel Academy. But compared with his father, Pompey Gattuso, he is really nothing.

Pompeii slept with more beauties than Caesar ever talked to! He had long blond hair, sea-blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a masculine mustache, and a wheat-colored complexion. He was a typical European and American man, enough to attract many beauties.

This time, maybe he restrained himself a little at school, or maybe Ange buttoned it up, so the collar was not opened wide to reveal his perfect chest muscles.

He was like a tireless stud, flying all over the world, collecting relics from ancient times and various illustrations of beauties.

He said, "There are many important beauties, but you are the only important son. Just like an item, your rarity must be more important than theirs!"

Pompey compared his son to an object simply by doing so, and spoke without any regard for his son's feelings.

"Sometimes I really regret being born into the Gattuso family." Caesar's ambitions always come to an abrupt halt whenever he thinks of his father.

As a father, he does not use the name of the Gattuso family to do evil things. He has no integrity at all and does not look like a family patriarch at all.

"Son, it's too late." Pompey picked his nose and said, "The greatness of the Gattuso family depends on you, my son."

“…”Caesar’s ambition would not stop just because he had such a bad father, but having such a bad father made him feel bad.

"Son, Ange came to me this time because he made a major discovery! He seems to have found the trace of the Dragon King!"

Pompey's words successfully attracted Caesar's attention. As a man like a lion, a man whose family had high hopes for him to conquer everything, he immediately became interested when he heard about the dragon king who once roared in the world.

He likes challenging things the most. Only by challenging difficulties that others cannot overcome can he prove that he is the best person!

"Where is the Dragon King?" Caesar asked him.

"It is in the Japan Trench, waiting to hatch and emerge." Pompey said, "I know my son must be the best! He will definitely step on the head of the Dragon King and lead the family to glory. So I immediately recommended you to carry out this mission. He was a little reluctant at first, but I tried hard to persuade him and gave him examples of my son's excellence, and he reluctantly agreed."

Caesar was somewhat skeptical about the latter part of his words, mainly because he doubted his role in them. But being able to participate in the dragon-slaying mission undoubtedly lifted his spirits.

He asked, "Who else will go on the mission with me? Zhang Baiqing? Chu Zihang?"

"Who are these two people?" Pompey asked, "A new dragon slayer has appeared in Kassel Academy?"

Caesar said solemnly, "Yes, they are excellent hybrids, and they are brothers. Chu Zihang is an A-level hybrid, and his words are Jun Yan. Zhang Baiqing is an S-level hybrid, and his words are unknown, but they are all very powerful."

"If you say so, son, they will most likely be assigned to go on missions with you. But I believe that no matter how good they are, they will not be as good as my son. My son is the best half-blood!"

Caesar accepted his praise with a frown. He felt a little uncomfortable with this father, but there was nothing he could do.

“When will the plan start?”

"Maybe in a few months. It will be very soon. We are already preparing what we need."

(End of this chapter)