Wu Tianlin, who had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, immediately sent a message as soon as the call connected: “Shu Tong, what happened?”
“Grandpa Grandpa…” Jon Wu said in a choked voice, “It’s over, Grandpa Grandpa, there’s something wrong with the dead soldiers placed under my command. It’s almost the same as the time in Cyprus…”
Wu Tianlin is the eldest son of the Wu family.
Victoria took him with her, led him to enlightenment, kept him alive, and raised him as a confidant, but Wu Tianlin was also deprived of the right to reproduce.
Even though he was not a eunuch, Victoria did not allow him to marry and have children. This was the price he had to pay for the training Victoria had given him.
With Victoria as a role model, Wu Tianlin has no interest in worldly things like marrying a wife and having children.
He should stay with Victoria and seek immortality to inherit the Warriors Den and become the next King of England.
And Jon Wu, this descendant of the Wu family, was actually the blood of Wu Tianlin’s younger brother.
It’s natural to call him grandpa.
Hearing the situation at the station, Wu Tianlin immediately asked: “That guy moved again?! Didn’t he go to Nigeria?!”
“No!” Jon Wu said with great sadness: “The mysterious man seems to have seen through our thoughts. He hasn’t come to Nigeria for a long time. Although the three elders are in retreat, they take turns using their spiritual energy to investigate almost every hour.”
“No monks were found around, and just now my grandson received news that the death camp in Morocco had been destroyed, and even Song Ruyu’s whereabouts were unknown…”