175: Die if you say so

Outside the door, two Black-Clad Men were present; one was operating a drone for filming, while the other was on lookout.

After about seven or eight minutes, the two of them retrieved the drone, whispered a few words, and began walking towards the warehouse door.

Pan Han looked at the warehouse roof, which was seven or eight meters high from the ground, with many thick steel beams. He roughly estimated the distance, then with a few leaps, he flew up and lay on a large beam.

As soon as he lay down, he heard the warehouse door open.

Creak!

The two Black-Clad Men quickly slipped inside, then took a small stone and propped the door open to prevent it from closing completely.

Each of them took out a powerful flashlight and shone it around.

"They bought so much stuff!" the shorter man said.

"Spending nearly 20 million to buy a batch of food is indeed very suspicious," the taller Black-Clad Man said, picking up a bag of flour and inspecting it carefully.

"He wouldn't happen to be a doomsday prepper, would he?" the shorter Black-Clad Man suddenly asked.

"What's a doomsday prepper?"

"These people always think the end of the world is coming at any moment, so they like to hoard all sorts of supplies. They're just waiting for the apocalypse to arrive so they can lie back and win."

"Then he should be spending money to build a cellar, not just putting a pile of food here. When the apocalypse comes, is he just waiting to be robbed?"

"That's why we need to investigate him. Maybe he really does have a cellar. Who knows, he might even be hiding guns in there."

The two of them whispered below, and Pan Han heard everything clearly from the beam.

"Since when have these two been watching me? They even know how much money I spent on supplies? Could it be Uncle Cheng sent them?" Pan Han was slightly bewildered, unable to understand the complexities of the situation.

"Let's split up," the shorter Black-Clad Man said, opening his sling bag.

"Alright," the taller Black-Clad Man also had a sling bag, which was bulging.

Pan Han glanced sideways and saw the shorter man putting something into the flour and rice bags. The taller man was climbing up the stack of grain.

"Well, well! Quite professional, even splitting the work," Pan Han thought to himself.

It could now be confirmed that these two men definitely came from a large organization and must have received instructions. They were also experienced, having done this frequently before.

It was unclear what the shorter man was putting in, but Pan Han saw clearly what the taller man was installing.

"Damn it, they're even installing surveillance cameras!" Pan Han slapped his forehead, realizing he had forgotten to install surveillance in the warehouse.

Originally, this was just a transit station, and supplies wouldn't be stored for long, so Pan Han felt installing surveillance would be a waste.

He never expected that while he was lazy, his enemies wouldn't be.

"A miscalculation!" Pan Han blamed himself.

He vaguely felt that once the surveillance was installed, it would connect, and perhaps they had already begun analyzing the warehouse.

After a short while, the two of them finished their respective installations and then met in the center of the warehouse.

"Let's go, let's check the other one."

"Hmm, this kid is indeed a bit strange, we need to keep a close eye on him."

"Gentlemen, aren't you being a bit too arrogant? Casually entering and exiting someone else's warehouse and even installing equipment!"

Suddenly, a figure dropped from above their heads. With two quick thuds, the two men immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Ah? It's you!" The shorter one, after falling to the ground, realized it was Pan Han.

"How did you appear? Didn't you leave?" The taller one asked in shock and panic.

It would have been better if he hadn't asked, because his question exposed another problem—someone else was watching Pan Han elsewhere.

"Very good!" Pan Han's mind raced, instantly understanding the hidden meaning.

Then, without further ado, he performed another series of actions.

The two Black-Clad Men instantly suffered broken limbs and were unable to move.

Pan Han was afraid they would warn their other accomplices, so he directly crippled their ability to move.

"Ah!" The two men let out a muffled groan, beads of sweat pouring down their faces.

But to Pan Han's surprise, the two men only let out a muffled groan and then stopped moaning. Instead, they leaned on each other and slowly sat up.

"Young men, quite tough!" Pan Han praised their performance, acknowledging them as brave men.

"Stop talking nonsense! We won't say anything. Just do it," the taller Black-Clad Man suddenly said fiercely, revealing a grim face in the darkness.

The warehouse lights were off, with only a little moonlight seeping in, making visibility very poor.

Yet, Pan Han saw everything clearly.

He had no impression of these two men, nor had he ever sensed their aura before.

"Who are you?" Pan Han slowly squatted down, aligning his gaze with theirs, his eyes flickering with cold light as he stared at the two.

"Just do it!" the shorter Black-Clad Man echoed.

Seeing this, Pan Han was not annoyed. Instead, he walked to the door and brought the stone in front of them.

With a thunderous punch, the stone shattered into dozens of pieces.

"Hiss!" Seeing this, the two men couldn't help but gasp.

Before they could react, Pan Han picked up a few gravel and threw them out casually.

The newly installed monitors were instantly shattered to pieces.

In the darkness, ten meters away, half the size of a fist, a single hit was a bullseye!

Exaggerated!

Terrifying!

It's just ridiculous!

Pan Han showed off a little, and the two Black-Clad Men were scared out of their wits.

Is this even human? How did he do it?

"Speak, who exactly are you? Who sent you?" Pan Han dusted his hands, speaking unhurriedly.

At this moment, he exuded a menacing aura, like the god of death, standing under the moonlight.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Enveloped by the pressure, their brains instantly felt like they were exploding in pain.

Before, they had only groaned when their limbs were broken, but the pain coming from their brains was beyond their comprehension. They had no similar training before, so they instantly couldn't hold on.

"Oh! Not so tough now, are we! You do have fears, after all!" Pan Han was not at all surprised by their reaction.

He was now very certain that on this planet, no one could withstand the oppression and fear brought by his pressure.

So he increased the pressure a bit more, and the two Black-Clad Men immediately twitched in agony. With their hands and feet unable to move, the pain intensified.

After tormenting them for a few minutes, Pan Han gradually stopped.

Looking at the two, they were already foaming at the mouth, drooling, and their pants were soaked with urine.

"I'm giving you one last chance: who are you, and who sent you?" Pan Han lit a cigarette, intending to give them only the time it took to smoke it.

"Pan Han, if you're this powerful, then that's truly for the best. Heheheh!" The taller Black-Clad Man looked at the shorter one silently, then spoke thus.

"Oh? You're quite an interesting fellow when you talk!" Pan Han was startled by his bluff!

What did he mean? Did he get off on being beaten? The more he got beaten, the more comfortable he felt, huh?

"Yes! What a pity, we won't get to see it!" The shorter man spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a bitter smile.

This was the first time Pan Han had experienced such a bizarre scene. Who exactly was in control of the situation?

Just as he was about to press further, he saw the two men suddenly move their mouths, then instantly bowed their heads, lifeless.

"Hiss!!!!!!!!" Pan Han gasped!

"Damn it! This is truly hellish! Crap, crap, crap!" Pan Han didn't even need to check to know that the two were dead, and he couldn't help but curse angrily.

"This is too strange!" Pan Han looked at the two corpses. After a long time, he finally uttered this sentence.

He had been able to accept having the system for so long, but today's scene left him somewhat at a loss.