174: Tracking Events

While Pan Han was rolling on the ground in pain, Li Long had already completed his task, tidied his clothes, and left.

As a result, Chen Yun wasn't waiting in the hall either; since she hadn't knocked, she wouldn't be waiting in the hall, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain if they ran into each other.

Pan Han followed out shortly after but didn't find either of them.

"How ominous! Nothing good ever happens when I encounter Chen Yun," Pan Han said with lingering fear.

Looking left and right, Pan Han sighed, lit a cigarette, and drove straight to the warehouse.

Upon arrival, Pan Han checked his watch; it was only 9:40.

So he opened the warehouse door, did a quick check, found no issues, and returned to his car to wait for the delivery.

Not long after, sixty large trucks slowly approached; from a distance, it was a magnificent sight.

Fortunately, the place he lived was also in the suburbs, surrounded by a bunch of pharmaceutical factories, and the workers had long since gone home, so there was basically no one on the road now.

Pan Han took out thirty packs of 1916 cigarettes from his space, preparing to hand them out to the drivers later.

Only when the boss paid and the employer provided cigarettes would the drivers work happily.

When the convoy slowly stopped, a large, stout driver got out of the lead vehicle and had a brief discussion with Pan Han to finalize the unloading plan.

Thirty trucks and three forklifts were assigned to each warehouse; it was getting late, so everyone got straight to work without much talk.

As Pan Han watched thousands of tons of supplies slowly enter the warehouse, his thoughts drifted to the apocalypse.

The members of Dawn Squad flashed through his mind one by one, along with the development of the base and the upcoming billion-dollar Trial.

At this moment, the convoy leader came over to talk to Pan Han; after all, he had given so many good cigarettes, so it was necessary to come over and express gratitude personally.

"Boss Pan, on behalf of my brothers, thank you," the stout leader said, offering Pan Han a cigarette.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. It's late, and I've troubled you brothers; everyone has worked hard," Pan Han said politely, taking the cigarette.

The stout leader saw Pan Han sitting on the front hood of his Bentley, speaking so politely, and his impression of him greatly improved.

A wealthy person who understood human relations, spoke politely, and was handsome was very difficult for normal people to dislike.

"Boss, what are you preparing to do with so many supplies?" the stout leader asked.

"I'm preparing to transport them to Africa. I have a very large construction site there and have hired many workers. I'm preparing to feed our workers," Pan Han said casually.

"Oh, isn't there rice and flour locally?"

"Alas, for our own workers, it’s better for them to eat their hometown staple foods. Besides, it didn't cost much more. That place is chaotic, and food isn't cheap at all," Pan Han continued to make up.

"Boss is truly a good person! Whoever works for you is truly blessed," the stout leader flattered.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. How about you all? How much money can you earn from this trip?"

"Not much, a few hundred yuan per truck, perhaps. It's mainly because it's close, just a side job. Anyway, money is hard to earn now, and everyone is idle anyway, so earning a little is better than nothing," the stout leader chuckled, revealing the hardship of maintaining a vehicle.

"Wait a moment," Pan Han returned to his car; there were twenty thousand yuan in cash in the passenger glove compartment.

All of Wang Doudou's family cars had varying amounts of cash in the passenger seat for unexpected needs.

Pan Han took out ten thousand and handed it to the stout leader.

"When you're done, take your brothers out for a late-night snack."

"Boss Pan, how can I accept this?" The stout leader hadn't expected Pan Han to give him so much just because he casually complained about money being hard to earn. His original intention wasn't to ask for money, making himself seem particularly opportunistic.

"Take it. Go tell the brothers to be careful and not break the packaging," Pan Han didn't listen to his explanation and directly stuffed the money into his hand.

"Good, good, good. Thank you, Boss Pan," the stout leader took the money and shook Pan Han's hands.

Suddenly, his expression was a bit unusual, as if he had something else to say. Pan Han's eyes darted, noticing the anomaly.

"What, something else?"

"Uh, Boss Pan, there's something I feel I need to report to you," the stout leader looked around and whispered into Pan Han's ear.

"Hmm? Tell me," Pan Han's heart tightened. Damn, there really was something.

"On our way here, we found a black Mercedes that followed us the whole way," the stout leader said, gesturing with his eyes towards the side behind him.

Pan Han nodded slightly upon hearing this, signaling him not to speak.

He then slightly opened his divine sense to investigate that direction.

A black Mercedes GLE was indeed parked a hundred meters from the warehouse, with two people dressed in black suits inside.

"Alright, I know, thank you. You go back to your work. Just pretend you don't know about this," Pan Han quietly told the stout leader.

The other party nodded and left upon hearing this.

"It seems if I hadn't given you this money, you wouldn't have told me!" Pan Han shook his head helplessly.

Recalling his experience at the health club just now, the stout leader was the normal one.

Without benefits, who would meddle in others' affairs!

Pan Han instinctively knew that these two people were definitely after him. He threw away his cigarette butt, returned to his car, and simply lay down to listen to music and play ranked games.

"They won't act until the moving is complete," Pan Han was now just waiting for the transfer to finish before meeting the uninvited guests.

Thousands of tons of materials, dozens of people, worked tirelessly until 1 AM, finally completing the transfer.

Pan Han had been playing ranked games; he was very lucky today, with a high win rate, and had already solidified his position in the King tier.

"Boss Pan, we're done. Would you like to take a look?" the stout leader ran over to inform Pan Han.

"Good!" Pan Han flipped out of the car, walked to the warehouse entrance, and looked inside; indeed, everything was neatly stacked.

Money truly makes the world go round.

"Very good. Everyone worked hard; hurry and rest," Pan Han waved to everyone.

Each driver had a 1916 cigarette in his mouth, and dozens of small red dots flickered in the air as they bid him farewell.

"Next up are you two," Pan Han returned to his car, started it, and glanced at the GLE.

He deliberately drove slowly towards the GLE. Pan Han could clearly feel the tension from the two people inside the car.

"Hehe. Don't be scared, not yet," Pan Han drove past the GLE and returned to his building.

He found a place to park the car, then went upstairs, activated his Crossing (transmigration) to the apocalypse, and then returned to the warehouse roof.

"I'll hide first and see what you two little mice are planning to do," Pan Han lay down, his eyes fixed on the GLE.

The timing was just right; these two people indeed got out there, looked around to see no one, and slowly approached the warehouse.

The two of them muttered in front of the warehouse, then circled it a few times, and even took out their phones to take pictures.

Pan Han watched intently. Suddenly, one of them took out a small drone, preparing to launch it.

"Damn it! They're quite professional. Are they going to take a full set of pictures of my warehouse!" Pan Han cursed and immediately transmigration to a corner of the warehouse.

"Who exactly are they? Why are they investigating so thoroughly? They won't try to pick the lock and come in, will they?" Pan Han hid inside, racking his brain, but couldn't think of anyone who would want to investigate his warehouse.