Pan Han knew he had touched a sore spot, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Lao Guo. If it's inconvenient, forget it."

"It's not inconvenient at all. In fact, she died five years ago." Old Guo's mouth twitched slightly, and he gave a wry smile and said it reluctantly.

"Ah??? What's going on?" Pan Han was really shocked. He originally thought it was a divorce.

"She was an anti-drug police officer. Five years ago, she was killed by drug traffickers near northern Myanmar." Guo Jing lit a cigarette, his eyes slightly moist as he pondered a lot.

"Have the bad guys been caught?" Pan Han patted Lao Guo's thigh, not knowing how to comfort him.

"The little soldiers caught a few. But the big boss didn't."

"Has that boss always been in northern Myanmar?"

"Well, I know who he is." At this point, Guo Jing gritted his teeth.

"That should be resolved." Pan Han breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was still in northern Myanmar.

"What?" Guo Jing didn't know Pan Han had killed all the warlords overnight. He just remembered that the thirty or so families that surrendered were all imprisoned, and he was still thinking about finding a chance for revenge later.

“As long as it’s in northern Myanmar, it’s solved.”

"Boss Pan, what do you mean? You don't even know who I'm talking about."

"It doesn't matter. It's all resolved."

“Ah!!!???” Guo Jing’s fingers loosened and the cigarette butt fell on his pants, burning a hole. Only then did he react.

"It's the solution you understand." Pan Han said with a smile.

"Kill them all?"

"Um."

After hearing this, Guo Jing had a complicated expression and didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, Pan Han helped him avenge his death, and he should be grateful. But on the other hand, how did he manage to kill all the warlords in one night? Moreover, he killed so many people, and the higher-ups didn't know about it, so he needed to report it immediately.