At the same time, Yanjing suburban cemetery.
Wearing a black suit and black sunglasses, Wan Pojun walked to a cemetery where the couple was buried together, holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
Behind him, followed a dozen young men also dressed in black, including yellow, white, black, and even a few brown people, each of whom looked extraordinary.
Among them, the White Tiger King Lu Haotian, who usually loves to wear white clothes, also changed into black clothes from head to toe.
Wan Pojun stood slowly in front of the tombstone, looking at the words and photos on the tombstone. Under his black sunglasses, there were two lines of tears.
He was stunned for a moment, then knelt on the ground, took off his sunglasses, and choked with red eyes: "Dad...Mom...my son is here to see you! My son is unfilial...I haven't been able to come back to see you for so many years, and why?"
I hope your spirits in heaven can forgive me..."
After saying that, he leaned down and kowtowed three times in front of the tombstone.
Then, he raised his head, touched the photos of his parents on the tombstone, and said with determination: "Dad, Mom, my son has been overseas in these years and has made some achievements! The Wanlong Palace founded by his son is now
One of the top five mercenary organizations in the world, with tens of thousands of soldiers under its command. This time when my son comes back, he will not only avenge you, but also seize the Ye family's Yeling Mountain and move you two there for burial in glory! I
We must let all of Yanjing, all of China and even the whole world witness the huge price the Ye family paid for your death!"
After that, he wiped away his tears and said seriously: "Mom, Dad, please wait a few days. On the Qingming Festival, my son will take you to kill Yeling Mountain together!"
At this time, a rapid prompt sound suddenly came from the Bluetooth headset of Lu Haotian, the white-robed Tiger King.
Hearing this voice, his brows instantly furrowed.
He knew that this sound was an emergency notification sound that would be used when a major emergency occurred. Generally, whenever this sound sounded, it was not a good thing.
Then, he turned around slightly and took out his cell phone from the inner pocket of his suit. When he lowered his head, he was shocked!
The message was sent by Chen Zhonglei.
He originally wanted to call Wan Pojun directly to report the battle situation, but Wan Pojun's cell phone was turned off before entering the cemetery. So he sent the information to Lu Haotian.
In the message, Chen Zhonglei stated the situation of the battle very directly. The content was: "Haotian, please report to the palace master on my behalf: One thousand of our elites parachuted to attack Hamid's tribe an hour ago. On Hamid's south wing,
An ambush was encountered on the top of the mountain in the north wing. The enemy used a large number of high explosives to carry out large-scale killings. A thousand of our elite troops have now been completely wiped out!"
Lu Haotian was extremely surprised.
He couldn't understand that Chen Zhonglei, who had traveled north and south with Wan Po's army and had numerous military exploits, would suffer two consecutive defeats in Syria!
In the history of Wanlong Palace, this is absolutely unprecedented!
As a result, more than 2,500 people were killed in Wanlong Palace in one day, which was almost equivalent to the annihilation of two standard regiment-level troops!
Such a major thing happened. His first thought was to report it to Wan Pojun immediately.
But when he looked again, he saw that Wan Pojun was paying homage to his parents, and he hesitated again.
After all, Wan Pojun was taken abroad when he was less than ten years old. This was the first time he came back to pay homage to his parents in more than twenty years. At this time, it was not appropriate for him to come forward and disturb him.
Wan Pojun seemed to have noticed something at this time, and said coldly: "If you have anything, just say it!"
Lu Haotian was a little frightened, but he quickly calmed down. He took a step forward and whispered: "The palace master, the Blue Eyed Wolf King, sent a battle report. The thousand elites he sent out were ambushed by the enemy after parachuting. The whole army has already
Overturned!"
"What?!" Wan Pojun stood up suddenly, turned around, grabbed Lu Haotian's collar, and asked angrily: "A thousand Wanlong Palace elites actively attacked the stragglers, and they were able to annihilate them all?"
Are you kidding me!?"
Lu Haotian was grabbed by the neck, unable to move at all, and said with some difficulty: "Palace... Palace Master... everything I said... was all sent to me by the Blue Eyed Wolf King. You... if you don't believe it
If so, you can check my information..."
Wan Pojun snatched his cell phone away, looked down at the content of the text message, and felt extremely angry.
He struggled to throw Lu Haotian's cell phone to the ground, smashing it into pieces. Then he gritted his teeth and roared: "More than 1,500 people died yesterday, and another 1,000 people died today. Is Chen Zhonglei a waste?"
This chapter has been completed!