Frost arrived early at the private airport, ready to welcome the commissioner from Cassell.
Amid the roar of the massive engines, Sleipnir, like a mythical chariot, cut through the clouds with its wings, dragging visible white air streams.
It came diving almost vertically toward the road below, with wind pressure cascading down like a waterfall.
The members of the Gattuso family, though all elites of secretive organizations, had never seen such a reckless, death-defying pilot before.
The crowd erupted into chaos, with many shouting curses at the lunatic, trying to flee. But Frost, as the head of the family, furrowed his brows and ordered in a low, commanding voice, "Quiet!"
In an instant, the authority of the family head restored order.
Though the fear remained, no one dared defy the head of the family's orders. They could only widen their eyes, staring as the steel beast dove toward them.
With Sleipnir's fuel capacity, if it crashed at this speed, an explosion would be inevitable, and none of them would escape!
Soon, when Sleipnir was only about two to three hundred meters above the ground, they could clearly see the scratches on the plane's surface.
Suddenly, Sleipnir shot upward, defying human limits, and in the final moment, adjusted its angle for landing.
The landing gear deployed, and the tires scraped against the ground at high speed, creating a flurry of sparks visible in the dark night.
The smell of burnt rubber mixed with the wind, and the plane finally came to a halt just before crashing into them.
"Madman! The people from Cassell are all madmen!"
Someone was so scared they were drenched in cold sweat, and they could even see the smug expression on the pilot's face through the cabin.
They were indeed lunatics. If there had been the slightest mistake in the descent, the result would have been the plane's destruction, a huge explosion from the hundreds of tons of gasoline, and everyone at the airport would be buried with them!
As the cabin door opened, they finally saw the commissioners sent by Cassell.
There were four people in total, two men and two women. The pairing seemed reasonable, but their attire made the Gattuso family members feel somewhat strange.
Everyone wore headgear on their faces. From left to right, it was Tang Seng, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Seng, all wearing masks that gave off a surprisingly efficient vibe. Paired with well-fitted suits, no matter how you looked at it, it gave off an odd, mismatched feeling.
Frost's usually expressionless face suddenly showed a small crack.
The "Journey to the West" group walked down the stairs one by one. The leader, "Tang Seng," stepped forward and calmly said, "I'm the leader of this mission, Lu Mingfei."
Then, he raised his hand and pointed to the others, saying, "These are my team members: Chu Zihang, Chen Motong, and Xia Mi."
"Welcome, I've heard of you guys."
Frost quickly regained his composure, took a deep breath, and asked, "But why are all of you wearing headgear?"
"Oh, just personal preference. If you want one, I have a few extras," Lu Mingfei casually replied, brushing it off.
The real reason, however, was Chu Zihang. With his almost dragon-like appearance, if he were exposed in front of Gattuso, the board member, who knew how much trouble it would cause.
So, they had all agreed on wearing headgear during the flight. Whether it worked or not didn't matter—at least it would help them avoid unnecessary attention.
"No, that's fine. You can keep wearing them," Frost said, his lips twitching.
No wonder people said that students from Cassell College weren't exactly right in the head. Now, it seemed like the cause might be their shady principal, Hilbert Ron Anjou.
How could students possibly turn out well under such a person?
"Back to the point, where's Caesar?"
Lu Mingfei said quietly.
"The situation's a bit complicated," Frost said seriously. "Caesar was ambushed by unknown assailants at the Santa Lucia port in Naples, fell into the sea, and his whereabouts are currently unknown."
"Caesar is dead?" Chen Motong, wearing a Zhu Bajie headband, couldn't help but ask.
"No, we believe that the person's goal wasn't to kill Caesar, but to use the illusion of his death to mislead our tracking."
Frost gave the girl a meaningful glance, then said the speculation in his mind, "And the most likely place Caesar would go is Rome."
"Why?"
Lu Mingfei asked, "How do you know Caesar will definitely come to Rome?"
"Specific reasons? I cannot disclose them."
Frost shook his head, saying, "But I am sure Caesar will come to Rome, and he will be at the Pantheon before midnight tomorrow."
Time and place can be so certain?
Lu Mingfei furrowed his brows slightly, half-closing his eyes, carefully examining Frost, "Is it related to what he stole from the Gattuso family?"
"Yes."
Frost nodded.
"So, according to you, if we just wait at the Pantheon before midnight tomorrow, Caesar will walk right into our trap?" Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and asked.
"Yes, but considering Caesar has helpers, the capture operation will be dangerous." Frost waved his hand casually, saying, "For tonight, I'll arrange a hotel for you. We'll discuss tomorrow's capture plan, aiming to minimize impact and loss."
"Then, thank you, Director Frost."
Lu Mingfei looked at him, his tone meaningful, "You really are going out of your way for us. I'm a bit flattered."
"I must be responsible for my students." Frost said calmly, without a hint of change in his expression, "The car is ready, and I'll have my men take care of your luggage. Let's go."
A few tall, muscular men dressed in black suits approached. They stood nearly two meters tall and exuded a fierce aura.
"Mr. Lu Mingfei, let us take your luggage," one of them said.
As they reached for the black box, no matter how hard they tried, it felt like the box had become rooted to the ground, unmoving.
Lu Mingfei placed a hand on the box and glanced at them, speaking lightly, "No need, I'll handle it myself."
Frost narrowed his eyes, staring at the box. "Last time, the Cassell College report mentioned that you received a strange alchemical weapon. Is this it?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Lu Mingfei asked, looking back at him.
"I'm just curious."
Frost's expression remained unchanged as he casually asked, "Can you tell me who gave you this? I've never seen a weapon like this before."
"It was a gift from the Emperor," Lu Mingfei replied casually, lifting the box from the ground and placing it behind his back. He turned to the others and said, "Let's go. Looks like nothing's happening tonight. We should rest up for tomorrow, there's a big battle ahead."
Chu Zihang, wearing a Sun Wukong mask, also carried a box and walked past Frost.
"This is the 'Seven Deadly Sins' from the Bronze Project, retrieved from Bronze City, right?" Frost raised a hand and stopped Chu Zihang, his gaze fixed on the metal box.
"Yes."
Chu Zihang's voice was deep and hoarse, like a broken saw, sending an uncomfortable chill down one's spine.
Though Frost found the voice strange, he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he touched the metal box and said in a low voice, "According to the secret society's rules, alchemical weapons as dangerous as the 'Seven Deadly Sins' must be handed over to the board of directors. Didn't Hilbert tell you this?"
As he spoke, several muscular men subtly surrounded them, as if ready to leap into action and take the alchemical weapon that had cost Norton so much effort.
The Bronze Purgatory's 'Seven Deadly Sins'—its threat was too great. They had to figure out a way to take it.
Frost's expression slightly hardened as he spoke with authority, "Chu Zihang, bloodline rating A+. It's too dangerous for you to carry the Seven Deadly Sins. Hand it over now."
"I refuse."
Chu Zihang's golden eyes burned fiercely with a cold and brutal rage as he spoke, his voice icy.
"You—"
Frost's face twisted in anger, ready to make further threats when—
Bang!
A muffled sound suddenly drew everyone's attention.
At some point, Lu Mingfei had opened the sealed black box, holding a fierce, menacing chainsaw sword with a 1.5-meter diameter. With a calm tone, he addressed them, "Frost, I suggest you think carefully before deciding what to do."
"You threatening me?"
Looking at Lu Mingfei's action, Frost was both shocked and furious.
"No, it's a warning."
A cold smile spread across Lu Mingfei's face.
In an instant, Frost and the entire Gattuso family could feel the chilling murderous intent in the air, like a blade cutting through their skin.
They looked at the seemingly gentle, humble young man now emanating an overwhelming killing aura. It was as though he had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stepping on countless bones.
They wouldn't doubt for a second that if they pressed forward, the chainsaw sword would roar and slice off their heads in the next moment!
"I suggest you listen."
At this moment, Xia Mi stepped forward and added, "Perhaps some of you aren't familiar with him, but it doesn't matter. Let me introduce him. This is Lu Mingfei, an S-rank hybrid from Cassell College. He single-handedly killed the King of Bronze and Fire and slaughtered over a hundred Death Servitors on his own."
At these words, gasps immediately echoed around them.
The few who were still intent on challenging him quickly backed down, their thoughts vanishing.
"Now, is anyone still thinking about making a move?"
Xia Mi smiled warmly at everyone. "If anyone doubts it, feel free to step forward and try. Take one step, and at worst, just be more careful next time."
The closest few large men, sensing the situation, quickly took a step back, making way.
Frost took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. His cold eyes swept over the group as he spoke in a low voice, "Hmph, so this is a student of Hilbert. I see."
This matter needed to be reported immediately. Chu Zihang was carrying the Seven Deadly Sins—if he truly activated them, it would be a huge trouble!
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