"Is that all?"
"Yes! What else?"
"I thought there was going to be a fierce battle."
"It's not worth it. There's no point in scaring you. What's wrong, Xiao Pan? You don't feel satisfied?" Uncle Cheng asked with interest.
It seemed as if he was determined to bring out the murderous intent in Pan Han's heart.
"That's not the case. This solution is also good and safe." Although Pan Han doesn't like Wang Cheng, he is not yet to the point of killing innocent people in his own world.
"Then I'll have someone take you back." Uncle Cheng waved his hand, and the black-clad bodyguard next to him immediately stepped forward.
"No need, I can drive back by myself." Pan Han reached out for the key.
He didn't really want bodyguards following him, and of course he wanted to drive the Bentley by himself.
After all, if you are born with this kind of car, you will have it, but if you are not born with it, you will never have it in your lifetime.
"No problem, Xiao Pan, if you like cars, I will arrange a few for you so you can take turns driving." Uncle Cheng handed over the keys generously.
"Thank you, Uncle Cheng. I'm leaving now." Pan Han took the key, waved to the two of them, and prepared to go back to the rented house.
Along the way, Pan Han calculated the time.
It had been two days since he left his hometown. He needed to go back and check on the warehouse. If everything was ready, he would move the supplies directly to the apocalypse.
It’s not far from Kyoto to my hometown, about 300 kilometers, and you can go there and come back on the same day.
"It would be more convenient to concentrate all the industries together. Otherwise, running back and forth would tire me to death." Pan Han sighed and began to think about being a warlord in Suoniuli.
"Now that I've finished discussing the potion, it's time for me to return to the apocalypse to prepare for training. In twenty days or so, I'll be participating in the Trial of 10 Billion Zombies. I don't know what kind of dangers I'll face. I'll try to be as well prepared as possible." Thinking of the warlord, Pan Han felt that he still had to get the intermediate evolution potion first.
By then, combined with the mecha and invisibility cloak, you can basically guarantee your immortality.
"We need to form a team to go there. I can't fight four people alone."
Pan Han was driving and thinking, gesturing from time to time.
An hour later, he returned to his shared apartment.
Yan Xiaoli is not here tonight. Wang Doudou asked her to meet people in the film and television industry. I don’t know what time she will be back.
Was he alone? Pan Han turned on the hot water and took a long hot shower.
Then lie on the bed and play ranked games.
Sure enough, my luck got much better after I came back.
He won eight games in a row and was the MVP every time.
Pan Han has no temper at all. The system lets you win and no one can stop you!
The system makes you lose, you get 460 every time, and you get matched with garbage every time!
Thinking of this, Pan Han smiled helplessly. It was because he was bound to the system that he was able to take off all the way.
"Forget it, let's quit while we're ahead. If we keep fighting, we'll be targeted." Pan Han quit the game and sent a voice message to his uncle, asking him if he had finished with the seaside warehouse.
After a few minutes, my uncle replied that it had been done and that production would take a day tomorrow and the goods could be shipped to the warehouse the day after tomorrow.
Pan Han set the alarm to remind him to go back to his hometown to the beach the day after tomorrow.
…
Uncle Cheng, who had just finished reporting to Old Man Wang, was soaking in the bathtub. Only now did he sober up.
"This little bastard is so powerful!" Uncle Cheng stared at the roof and muttered to himself.
If it’s not Pan Han, who else could it be?
Uncle Cheng slowly closed his eyes again and went over Pan Han's characteristics in his mind again.
He has a great figure, can drink, has strong muscles, a murderous aura, and a large amount of gold of unknown origin.
The most important point is that his innocent background is terrifying!
Putting all these characteristics together, Uncle Cheng frowned. "Could it be someone from the organization? After receiving the order, they lurked in the Wang family, waiting for an opportunity to kill us?"
Uncle Cheng’s brows furrowed even more when he thought of the organization.
"I've been away for five years, and I haven't committed any taboos in these years. This shouldn't be the case." Uncle Cheng raised his arm, looked at the scar on his wrist, and said to himself.
"Something's not right. The more I think about it, the more wrong it seems. I have to ask someone." Uncle Cheng suddenly stood up from the bathtub, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around himself, then rushed out of the bathroom.
"Hello, is this Mr. Wang?" After thinking for a long time, he decided to communicate with Mr. Wang.
"Well, what's wrong, Ah Cheng?" Old Master Wang was almost sober and was drinking tea.
"I want to discuss something."
"Speak." Old Master Wang was surprised to hear Uncle Cheng's tone was off. He had been with him for decades and could make many decisions on his own. If he wanted to discuss something, it must be something of great importance.
"I suspect he was sent by the organization." Uncle Cheng said in a firm tone.
The fewer words, the bigger the matter!
When Mr. Wang heard the word "organization," his whole body trembled, but he quickly regained his composure.
"What do you want to do?"
"Get someone to check it out."
"Was it worth it? You finally got out."
"My feeling isn't good. I have a feeling this guy is a little strange, and there must be something wrong with him. I'm afraid he's part of the organization and has been ordered to deal with us."
After hearing this, Mr. Wang didn't say anything for more than ten seconds, but instead thought about whether he had offended anyone in recent years.
"I've thought about it and I feel that it shouldn't happen. We have been relatively low-key in recent years." Finally, Mr. Wang expressed his judgment.
"I haven't had this feeling for many years. If I don't investigate, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep or eat well." Uncle Cheng still insisted on his opinion.
Old Master Wang sighed lightly. He absolutely believed in Uncle Cheng's judgment.
The two have worked together for decades and their relationship has long gone beyond that of employee and boss. They can be said to be close comrades-in-arms.
"Do you have enough gold coins?" After a long time, Mr. Wang asked.
"There are three left."
"You're saving this for your life."
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