Elder No. 1 also joined in the joke.

"It's a pity that so many of our industries may be wiped out."

Elder No. 3 was still a little unwilling and said through gritted teeth.

"Third brother! You're almost a hundred years old this year, aren't you? And you're still so stubborn. How can you be in business for a lifetime? It's enough to be almost there."

Elder No. 1, pat the centenarian.

"What's wrong with being a hundred years old? Even if you give me another hundred years, I will still be the same." Elder No. 3 said this, but his spirit had dissipated a lot and he looked half a head shorter.

Bang!

A loud bang was heard from the top of the bunker, and some dust fell from the roof of the conference room.

The three elders looked up and then looked at each other.

“Here I come!”

"Um."

"what to do?"

"Let's go first or let's talk first?"

"Will he let our family go?"

"If it were you, would you?"

…

The conference room fell silent again, and everyone kept silent.

"Three elders, you don't think you can stop me with just this little trick."

Pan Han's voice entered the minds of the three people, kind yet teasing.

"Master, since you are here, please come in and have a chat." Elder No. 1 put out his cigarette and spoke to the air.

"Is it appropriate for your people to die in vain because of you?" Pan Han sent a voice message again.

"Not appropriate! Wait a moment." Elder No. 1 looked at the two of them, nodded, and picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Everyone, stop resisting and bring our leader to the conference room."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open and Pan Han appeared in front of the three of them.