Although he still harbored doubts about the Japan Branch's true intentions and had yet to see through the nature hidden beneath their courteous facade, Caesar was undoubtedly satisfied with the level of reception and their outward attitude ever since he stepped off the plane.
In his eyes, this was the opening to a silent confrontation, and he had already claimed the first victory. The Japan Branch, long known for its unruly arrogance and hardline ways, had at least publicly lowered its head to him and the headquarters team, offering them due respect.
Since Principal Angers could become the first man to command Japan's Hybrids, then he, Caesar Gattuso, could perhaps become the second to write the next chapter. The thought flickered like a spark in his proud heart.
He refilled his glass with golden champagne. The liquid swayed gently in the glass, reflecting the overhead lights. Raising it, he spoke with the confidence and boldness seemingly innate to the heir of the Gattuso Family. "There's nothing to fear. A man should drink deeply when he raises his glass, and draw his sword for a duel when he sets it down. Since the Japanese have shown us goodwill, we shall raise our glasses in return. However they make their move, we'll meet it and break it. Perhaps—
"On this journey, we'll conquer more than just that sleeping Ancient Dragon Embryo in the Trench—perhaps even a group of arrogant Japanese."
Lu Mingfei had his head buried in 100 Lectures on Japanese Mythology and History, his brows slightly furrowed. Those Japanese words were clearly no easy challenge for him. Chu Zihang, meanwhile, still stood by the window in silence, gazing at the unfamiliar, sprawling urban jungle of countless lights below. His profile was as calm as a stone carving, and no one knew