After Wang Han left, the police officers at the police station recovered. Almost no one in the lobby noticed anything unusual and continued doing what they were doing until officers rushed back to their posts into the chief's office.

"Chief, all the computers used for surveillance have been smashed, and all the surveillance equipment along the way has also been destroyed."

"What? The surveillance computers and cameras have been smashed?" Upon hearing this, the police chief quickly stood up and instructed another officer in the office, "Have someone check all the surveillance equipment in the station immediately."

"Chief." Before they could even leave the office, another officer rushed in, panting. "The archives have been ransacked, it's a complete mess."

"Immediately have everyone check what they're responsible for, check the documents and computers, immediately check the seized stolen goods, pay attention to fingerprints, and see if any computer documents are missing." Upon hearing this, the bureau chief was alarmed and quickly gave the order, taking out disposable gloves and starting to check his own computer.

He opened the computer file and was dumbfounded; it was completely blank. He quickly opened another computer file, and the same thing happened. Each computer file folder, document, and text file was just an empty shell.

Ten minutes later, after listening to his subordinates' uneasy report, the chief was filled with despair. All the files on the computers in the entire bureau had been completely deleted, the paper documents were in disarray, the surveillance equipment had been smashed, and most importantly, all the guns in the bureau, except for the pistols they were carrying, were missing.

"It's definitely an ability user who infiltrated. Who is it? What grudge do they hold against me? They want me dead!" The chief was in despair.

Anyone capable of deleting files, damaging cameras, and ransacking the archives under the noses of so many people must be incredibly skilled.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope appeared in the director's eyes. It had to be done by a powerful individual; only in this way could he shirk responsibility.

"Contact Mr. Matt and Mr. Anthony immediately and ask them to come and check. We must find that bastard," the chief ordered. "Collect fingerprints immediately; don't miss any place in the station."

The police officers at the station were extremely busy, trying to find any clues about the culprit. Unfortunately, their efforts were destined to be in vain. The few documents and items that showed any clues had already been taken away by Wang Han into his backpack space. The rest were all done by hypnotizing them with illusion magic. They smashed the surveillance cameras themselves, went through the documents themselves, took out the gun themselves, and deleted the computer files themselves.

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"Americans are really rich!" Wang Han remarked as he sat in the VIP room of the bank, watching people bring in money one after another.

The entire bank was under Wang Han's hypnotic spell. All the surveillance cameras inside had been turned off, and customers who came to withdraw money were taking out twice the amount they originally planned and handing it to Wang Han in the VIP room. (Wang Han couldn't multiply the banknotes; they were all numbered and recorded.)

“This is much easier than robbing a bank, sir.” Suddenly, a phantom of a man in his fifties appeared out of thin air in front of Wang Han.

"We've been discovered," Wang Han said nonchalantly. "And it's just an illusion, this is a bit tricky."

“It’s not difficult. I won’t ask you to turn yourself in or return the money.” The man shook his head and said very seriously, “I have no right to face you, whether in terms of status, strength or age. You can pretend I was never here. I didn’t see anything and I don’t know anything.”

Wang Han said, "But you're standing here now."

"I'll forget everything once I leave here, completely forget everything, I swear," the man said earnestly, raising his hand as if to swear.

"If that's the case, then what are you doing here? Are you here to show your presence?" Wang Han asked.

"No, I just have a few questions I'd like to ask you." The man's phantom quickly shook his head, then asked, "Why not just hypnotize the staff to withdraw the money? That way it would be enough in one go, and ordinary people wouldn't have to suffer any losses. Besides, you shouldn't be short of money, right?"

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself before asking questions?" Wang Han said, looking at the phantom.

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew me. My name is Hanbei, someone who looks up to you," the man said apologetically. "Now, can you answer my question?"

Wang Han looked at the phantom and said, "As for why we did this, so much money disappearing into thin air needs to be investigated. The whereabouts of the money will also be tracked. The money has serial numbers on it, so there has to be a plausible explanation. Undoubtedly, spreading the loss among ourselves is the easiest way."

After answering, Wang Han looked at the phantom and asked, "You seem to know me? But I'm sure I've never seen you before."

"A god-like being from over 1,800 years ago, revered by countless ability users and martial artists, and also the most controversial. Even though your existence and deeds became taboo hundreds of years ago due to certain special reasons, and even the history of your era was glossed over and distorted, leaving only a myth and legend, there are still a few people who know some of it for certain reasons. Since I learned about you, I have searched for a lot of information about you, historical books, and collected artifacts that may be related to you. Among them is a portrait painted by your subordinates during that period. Although it is completely different from the one depicted in China, I believe the image in that portrait more."

“More than 1,800 years ago.” Wang Han frowned. He had existed in this world 1,800 years ago. According to the current timeline, 1,800 years ago would be the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, around 200 AD. If that were the case, then this world would be the Three Kingdoms period, but 1,800 years in the future. How could this world have become like this? He hadn't encountered any superhumans back then. “It seems I must go to China first to find out what's going on, and whether this is indeed the Three Kingdoms period.”

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