After hearing Wan Pojun's words, Su Chengfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't expect that being an old licking dog would be so tiring.

So he repeatedly promised: "Don't worry, Pojun, I will go to your parents' grave to pay homage in person!"

As he said that, he sighed deliberately and sighed: "I'm waiting for you to successfully kill Yeling Mountain that day on Qingming Festival. Oh no, you've successfully killed Wanling Mountain!"

Sure enough, Su Chengfeng's words of emotion immediately transferred all the conflicts in Wan Pojun's heart to the Ye family.

Wan Pojun grinned and gritted his teeth and said, "What are the only Ye family, what should I stop me from killing Wanling Mountain? At that time, I don't need to take action personally. I will send one of the four war kings under my command, and the Ye family will not be able to resist it!"

After saying that, his expression became more and more cold and said sternly: "However, I still want to let the Ye family feel what crushing means! At that time, my four war kings will definitely gather in Wanling Mountain! I have been waiting for this day for a full twenty years. In these twenty years, I have been sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, enduring humiliation and carrying heavy burdens, just to not leave any room for turning around for the Ye family when this day comes!"

Su Chengfeng returned to his previous dog-licking face and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, I will return to Yanjing on the Qingming Festival. I will definitely be there when your parents move their graves the next day of Qingming Festival!"

"Okay!" Wan Pojun nodded and blurted out: "After I move my parents' coffin into Wanling Mountain, I will immediately lead the four war kings to Jinling personally. In any case, I will find out the truth about my Uncle Su's disappearance. As long as I Uncle Su is still alive, I will definitely bring him back safely!"

Su Chengfeng said excitedly: "Pojun, you take action yourself, I believe that Shoudao will definitely return safely!"

Wan Pojun said again: "Don't worry, when you find out who is attacking me, Uncle Su, behind my back, I will definitely kill him and never leave any hidden dangers for Uncle Su!"

Su Chengfeng was so excited that tears were almost shedding. He actually didn't care whether Su Shoudao could come back alive. What he really cared about was Su Zhiyu's benefactor. As long as he could kill him, he would have no worries!

At this moment, Wan Pojun's superb subordinate suddenly picked up a satellite phone and said to Wan Pojun: "The Lord of the Palace, it's the phone number of the Green-Eyed Wolf King!"

The Green-Eyed Wolf King is the war king Chen Zhonglei, one of the four war kings in Wanlong Hall, and the entire Wanlong Hall is the war king who is best at leading troops to fight.

In this cooperation with Syria, Wan Pojun handed over more than 10,000 elites and the entire command to Chen Zhonglei.

Although Wanlong Palace is a modern mercenary organization, its internal structure is very martial arts style.

It is said that this is because Wan Pojun's mentor is a contemporary knight who is traveling around the world, so Wan Pojun also has a strong knight complex.

That's why he took over the name of his father Wanlong Group and gave the name Wanlong Palace, which has a strong Chinese atmosphere and a strong martial arts flavor.

The four war kings of Wanlong Palace also imitated the four guardians of the Ming Cult in martial arts novels and gave themselves four flower names with strong martial arts flavor, namely the Green-Eyed Wolf King, the White-Clothed Tiger King, the Black-Faced Leopard King and the Golden Lion King.

Among them, the Green-Eyed Wolf King and the White-Clothed Tiger King are both Chinese. The Green-Eyed Wolf King is naturally Chen Zhonglei who is in Syria, and the White-Clothed Tiger King is the young man with great strength around him.

As for the Black-faced Leopard King and the Golden Lion King, they are African-American blacks and American-American blonde whites.

At this moment, the black-faced leopard king is in Yemen, while the golden lion king is in Palestine.

When Wan Pojun saw Chen Zhonglei calling him, he immediately smiled and said, "It seems that our Green-Eyed Wolf King is going to send me the latest news today! Since he entered Syria, it has been destroyed and unstoppable. At present, the war in Syria has been advanced by most of the time, and the remaining opposition organizations are no longer in a state of chaos. I think we can do our best in the next few days and completely eliminate it!"

After saying that, he was in a good mood and immediately took the phone from the White Tiger King, smiled and said, "Zhonglei, how many more victories have you won today?"

Chen Zhonglei on the other end of the phone said in a very ashamed tone: "Lord of the Palace! Today, the Lu Zhan army's troops encountered unprecedented resistance in the battle against the Hamid armed forces. Lu Zhan's army was killed in battle, and the Wanlong Palace lost a total of 1,534 elites! This is because of the poor command of the subordinates, so I would like to ask the Palace Master to punish him!"

Wan Pojun's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.

He asked coldly: "What did you say? Lu Zhanjun died? He also lost more than 1,500 soldiers?! Are you kidding me?"

"District Master, this... is not a joke..." Chen Zhonglei said in great pain: "According to what I learned, they normally used the joint operation of infantry and artillery this time to attack an opposition base, but unexpectedly, the other party built a powerful permanent fortification, and the artillery did not cause any substantial blow to the other party. Then, relying on the permanent fortification, the other party caused a heavy blow to our side during the attack..."

Wan Pojun asked sternly: "How did Lu Zhanjun die? He was a five-star general, and was shot and killed by the enemy hiding behind the fortifications? As the highest commander of our side in this war, did he charge in person?!"

Chen Zhonglei sighed and explained: "The Lord of the Palace, Lu Zhanjun led a thousand soldiers to intersperse and detour from the enemy's side after the frontal attack was ineffective. However, unexpectedly, the opponent also built a large number of secret fortifications on the side. They accidentally entered the enemy's firepower encirclement and were unilaterally massacred by the opponent. Lu Zhanjun could not escape..."

Speaking of this, Chen Zhonglei continued in disgrace and anger: "The scouts in Syria took pictures of the enemy cleaning the battlefield. Our brothers died so miserably. Everyone was shot more than a dozen times. Moreover, these bastards were so inhumane. When cleaning the battlefield, not only did they clear all the weapons and ammunition of our soldiers, but even their pants and boots were stripped off. They were really worse than beasts!"

When Wan Pojun heard this, he grabbed the wine glass and threw it on the ground. He then stood up and cursed, "It's a great humiliation! What a great humiliation!"

"You are all elites among the elites carefully cultivated by my Wanlong Palace. Lu Zhanjun is even the top five-star warrior general. He was beaten to this shape by a garbage armed force in Syria. One thousand five-star elites were killed in battle, and even a five-star warrior general was killed. This has never happened in the history of Wanlong Palace! Even on the most tragic battlefield, we have never lost five-star warrior generals!"

Speaking of this, Wan Pojun was so angry that his veins burst out. He gritted his teeth and asked: "Are you worthy of the fame that Wanlong Palace has worked hard for so many years in the global mercenary field?!"

Chen Zhonglei said ashamedly: "Lord of the Palace! This time I was improperly commanded. I am willing to accept all punishments. Even if you dismissed me on the spot, I have no complaints..."
Chapter completed!