180: Uncle Cheng's Team

As expected, Uncle Cheng remained steady; his responses to Pan Han's requests were usually just a single sentence, always as calm as still water.

It was as if none of Pan Han's needs would ever surprise him.

"A seasoned veteran!" Pan Han murmured after hanging up the phone.

He drove straight to the transaction villa, which had clearly become their secret meeting place.

"I might as well exchange the remaining 500 kilograms of gold too." Pan Han was pressed for time and needed to tackle things on multiple fronts.

More than an hour later, he arrived at the transaction villa.

Sure enough, Uncle Cheng was already waiting for him in the tea room, having just finished brewing tea.

"Come, Xiao Pan. Have some tea first. It's still Da Hong Pao." This time, Uncle Cheng had changed to a set of tea ware with a distinct Zen style.

"Thank you, Uncle Cheng." Pan Han took the teacup and examined it carefully, as if he could still feel some mysterious aura.

"What, interested in this tea set?"

"Hmm, it feels different, as if the entire universe is contained within it. So profound." Ripples spread in Pan Han's heart, a moment of exhilaration, then a cycle of rebirth, surging within him.

"This was blessed by an enlightened monk." Uncle Cheng hadn't expected Pan Han to recognize its value so easily, and he secretly praised him.

He was becoming more and more interested in Pan Han now.

"Oh? To have such an opportunity." Pan Han sighed, taking a sip of tea, truly feeling as if he could see through the universe.

"Do you like it? It's yours." Uncle Cheng said generously.

"No need, Uncle Cheng. I'm not at that level yet; it would be a waste on me. Let's talk about business." Pan Han quickly waved his hand; he didn't like taking what others cherished.

"Alright! You go first, tell me what's happening." Uncle Cheng took out a pack of Bai Tiao cigarettes, offered them to Pan Han, letting him help himself.

Pan Han didn't stand on ceremony, picking one up and lighting it immediately.

"Uncle Cheng, I feel my family is being threatened. Can you send people to protect them?"

"What's the specific situation? Is it convenient to say?" Uncle Cheng didn't press for details, leaving Pan Han some room to choose whether or not to disclose.

Pan Han hesitated, wondering how much he should tell him.

"I can only say that the other party is very powerful, numerous, and their organization seems quite tight-knit." Pan Han decided to simplify the description and not reveal too many details.

"Oh? So, that means a lot of manpower is needed."

"I'll give you a list now. About ten people. How do you think we should arrange it?" Pan Han took out the list he had prepared on the way.

"How long do they need protection?" Uncle Cheng remained calm and unhurried.

"At least a month, I suppose." Pan Han wasn't sure how long the Billion Dollar Trial would last, but he estimated a month would be sufficient.

"Ten people, for one month, and the opponent is quite troublesome. At least fifty people are needed for rotating shifts, ensuring 24-hour, all-encompassing protection." Uncle Cheng didn't even need to calculate; he blurted it out directly.

"Add one more condition: don't let them realize they're being protected." As soon as Pan Han heard the number of people, he knew the cost wouldn't be small. He reluctantly checked the gold in his space, then steeled himself and raised the requirement.

"Hehe, then double it! 100 people! Regular rotation!" Upon hearing about the need for covert protection, Uncle Cheng became excited, as if his genes had been activated.

"Name your price." Pan Han leaned steadily back in his chair; as long as the job could be done, money wasn't an issue.

"Did you bring more gold, kid?" Uncle Cheng smiled slyly.

Damn it, dealing with an old hand was just great! If the other party didn't play games with you, communication was so much smoother.

"Yes! Uncle Cheng is indeed an expert." Pan Han smiled slightly, not denying it.

"On my end, for one person, for one month, I'll charge you one kilogram of gold. So 100 people will be 100 kilograms. Is that reasonable?" Uncle Cheng's maturity was truly admirable.

"Not expensive. Deal. Also, I have an extra 400 kilograms here; how about we trade that today too?"

"No problem, the price of gold has gone up a bit recently. I'll give you 150 million." (Translator's Note: 1.5 100 million = 150 million)

"Okay. When will you send the people?"

"I'll send them tomorrow."

"Send them tonight!"

"Xiao Pan, are you testing me, huh! Hahaha!" Seeing Pan Han so anxious, Uncle Cheng suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes growing brighter, his tone particularly enthusiastic.

"Is Uncle Cheng having difficulties?" Pan Han also felt he was asking for it a bit too quickly, after all, mobilizing over a hundred people, vehicles, equipment, and logistics support all needed to be prepared; it was indeed no small undertaking.

"It seems it's time to stretch these old bones; otherwise, youngsters like you will start questioning me." Uncle Cheng said with a chuckle.

"Uncle Cheng, I didn't mean that. I'm just afraid the other party might make a move tonight." Pan Han wasn't questioning Uncle Cheng; he was simply worried about his family.

"No problem, no problem, I'll send people tonight. Let you see Uncle Cheng's team!"

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Cheng. I'll go get the gold for you now." Pan Han prepared to go to the car and then retrieve it from his space.

"I'll send two people with you."

"No need, just give me a cart, I'll do it myself." Pan Han couldn't let anyone see how he got the gold.

"Young man, don't overexert yourself. If you strain your back, you'll suffer when you're old." Uncle Cheng looked at him with a chuckle.

Pan Han smiled without speaking; as long as he was happy, he could lift it with one hand.

Uncle Cheng, Uncle Cheng, he was still too young after all!

"There's a cart outside; just take it yourself. I'll make the calls to arrange things now."

"Got it!" Pan Han went out to push the gold himself.

Ten minutes later, the gold delivery was complete, and a six-person bodyguard advance team had already departed.

"Uncle Cheng, you've been hiding your true strength! With your assistance, the Wang family will definitely achieve twice the results with half the effort." Pan Han was greatly surprised to hear that the advance team had already departed.

This was clearly a speed only an army could achieve. And Uncle Cheng, who could only be considered a retainer of the Wang family, actually had such mobilization capabilities.

"Xiao Pan, you said it yourself, starting tonight, so someone must arrive near your home before sunset. That's the rule when you take money to do a job." Uncle Cheng smiled faintly, as if these were all routine operations for him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Pan Han's mind: could Uncle Cheng also be from the organization?

This demeanor, it was very similar to the organization!

Not just highly similar, but identical!

Since his evolution, Pan Han's premonitions were usually very accurate, and this thought appearing in his mind certainly wouldn't be baseless.

Premonition, this thing, is abstruse and mysterious, but it depends on a person's overall perception ability.

Including aura, micro-expressions, changes in heart rate, and so on. When people speak or act, it often depends on what they think internally. As long as one can collect various human reactions, one can naturally deduce what the other person is thinking, or even their past experiences.

Just like modern fighter jets, they possess a high degree of battlefield awareness. Based on this information, they can make many predictive actions.

As he pondered, Pan Han suddenly had an idea. He took a small plastic bag from his pocket (space), containing fragments of suicide pills.

"Uncle Cheng, do you know what this is?" Pan Han placed the plastic bag on the table and slowly pushed it towards him.

Uncle Cheng looked at the plastic bag, and his expression suddenly changed dramatically, abandoning his usual steady-as-a-rock demeanor.

"How did you get it?"