262: Take the initiative

Back at the shared apartment, Yan Xiaoli was still asleep, snoring like thunder.

Pan Han pushed the door open to look at her, chuckling, “Who said all little fairies are beautiful? Look at her sleeping posture, she’s quite the tomboy.”

After speaking, he slyly took a few candid photos of Yan Xiaoli’s sleeping posture, then admired them for a while, his mischievous pleasure greatly satisfied.

He had never done such a thing in the apocalypse; there, it was all about fighting for survival. Only back in his own world did he have a life.

Pan Han quietly closed the door and went to the kitchen alone, preparing to cook dinner himself.

First, he put the cold dishes into two plates and the cooked food into a large basin.

Next, he made a pot of millet porridge, then washed the cucumbers and made scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

While the porridge was cooking, he even played two ranked games.

Finally, the simple four dishes and one porridge were ready. Looking at the clock, it was already past seven in the evening.

He pushed open her door and woke Yan Xiaoli, telling her to get up and eat dinner together.

Yan Xiaoli was still groggy and didn't want to get up, but when Pan Han showed her the photos of her sleeping posture he had just secretly taken, she immediately bristled.

Yan Xiaoli immediately bristled, springing from the bed and chasing Pan Han, demanding he delete them.

The two laughed and played, chasing each other for a long time, before Pan Han finally deleted the photos in front of her.

After this commotion, both of them had a great appetite.

Yan Xiaoli rubbed her stomach, feeling incredibly hungry, and picked up her bowl and chopsticks, digging in immediately.

“Oh no!” Pan Han gnawed on a chicken foot, slapping his thigh.

“Ah, what’s wrong??” Yan Xiaoli chewed on her cucumber, looking at him in surprise.

“I forgot to buy alcohol! We have to drink something with this meal.”

With cold and hot dishes, and a beauty, it felt like something was missing without some alcohol.

“Do you still feel anything when you drink now?” Yan Xiaoli knew his alcohol tolerance.

“It’d be perfect if you got drunk.”

“Holy crap! Are you still at it? Not tonight. I have no strength left.”

…

The next morning, Pan Han got up early and kissed the sleeping Yan Xiaoli.

She was sleeping like a dead dog. Of course, this wasn't Pan Han's fault; Yan Xiaoli was in her ovulation period these past few days, and just looking at Pan Han made her weak.

He needed to drive back to his hometown. The goods accumulated there needed to be transported to the apocalypse.

Driving his Cayenne, Pan Han sped all the way. He left at a little past 5 AM and arrived home by 8:30 AM.

He arrived just in time for breakfast at home. Pan Han didn't stand on ceremony, he brought some cigarettes and alcohol for his dad and sat down to eat directly.

His parents were a bit unsettled, circling Pan Han and asking him all sorts of questions, wondering why he had been gone for over twenty days without any news.

Pan Han mumbled a few things and told his parents that he might disappear frequently in the future.

“Son, you didn’t go to Southeast Myanmar, did you?” His mom had seen news and knew that some places were not peaceful recently, often tricking Dragon Country people into going there.

“No, even Sun Wukong wouldn’t make it back from that place.” Pan Han laughed after hearing this, only praising his mom for being so concerned about current events.

“Son, we don’t know what you’re doing out there. Things have changed too much recently, but we have an agreement. You’re not allowed to harm people; you must earn money honestly.” His dad stroked the 20-year-old Maotai, feeling a little uneasy.

Pan Han had brought back two cases of such luxury items, worth tens of thousands per bottle, so his dad certainly had to give him a few extra words of advice.

“Don’t worry, Dad. What kind of person is your son, don’t you know? We wouldn’t do things like murder and arson, right?” Pan Han chewed on his homemade pickles, speaking earnestly.

He spoke seriously and convincingly, his gaze sincere.

His family couldn't help but believe him.

However, he was secretly laughing to himself. If his family knew what he had done in the apocalypse, they would immediately sell the house and hide in the mountains.

“That’s good then. I raised my own son, I know him!” After his dad finished speaking, his gaze settled on the Maotai and couldn’t move away.

“Mom and Dad, after I eat, I’m going to my uncle’s place. There’s something at the factory.” Pan Han quickly shoveled down two mouthfuls of rice porridge, patted his stomach, and got up to leave.

“Oh, this child, he just came to eat a meal. Would it kill him to stay a bit longer?!” His mom complained with a look of resentment.

As a mother, she cared more about her son's companionship. As for how much money he could earn or what great achievements he could make, those came second.

Upon hearing this, Pan Han instantly felt a pang in his nose, and tears nearly welled up.

He dared not tell his parents that some so-called Knight Order was still planning to make a move.

After transporting the supplies, he would personally investigate what kind of characters the Tianlong Knight Order had sent.

Pan Han thought to himself, he must capture a few tongues, find clues, and kill his way through.

After eating, Pan Han drove non-stop to the seaside warehouse.

When he arrived, the huge warehouse was already filled with various foods.

He locked the main door, directly moved them into his space, then crossed over to the apocalypse warehouse, took them out, and arranged them.

He informed Qin Zhong and Cheng Xiao, then quickly crossed back.

Then he immediately rushed to his uncle's food processing factory for inspection.

After all these operations, it was already past one in the afternoon.

Back in his own county, he figured it was past lunchtime at home, so he found a roadside 'fly restaurant' and ordered two plates of rice with toppings.

“It’s still that taste! So good!” Pan Han ate the stir-fried pork kidney with rice, so fragrant that he almost shed tears.

This was apocalypse PTSD. After returning to his own world, everything looked beautiful, and everything tasted delicious.

“Uncle Cheng, where are your people? I’ll go take a look.” Pan Han remembered that Uncle Cheng’s team was here, so he sent him a WeChat message to ask.

“Where are you?”

“Dayang Restaurant.” Pan Han sent a location and a photo to Uncle Cheng.

“Look at the table behind you.”

Pan Han saw this WeChat message, looked back, and saw two people sitting at the table behind him.

One was wearing a military overcoat and ripped jeans, the other a ripped leather jacket.

They looked no different from migrant workers.

Pan Han nodded to the two, and they nodded back. They had made contact.

“Uncle Cheng, is your team here to beg for food? How much kickback did you take? You made them so poor they can’t even afford clothes.” Pan Han turned back and quickly asked Uncle Cheng why his team members were all in ragged clothes.

“Kid, what do you know? The less conspicuous, the safer.” Uncle Cheng looked at the WeChat message and shook his head.

“Oh! Got it. Where are the people from the Tianlong Knight Order?!”

“They haven’t appeared recently. We can only wait.”

“Holy crap, how long do we have to wait?”

“You’re in the open, they’re in the dark. What can you do?”

“Okay, I understand. Just have your people keep a close watch.” Pan Han decided to take the initiative. He urgently needed to capture a few tongues.

If the Tianlong Knight Order people were nearby, they would surely act upon seeing him.

If they weren’t nearby, then if he caused some commotion, they would surely send people.

Having made up his mind, Pan Han began to observe his surroundings.

As luck would have it, Chuan Ge with the yellow hair just happened to appear at the car dealership across the street.

“Heh heh, it’s you.” Pan Han quickly finished his meal, paid, and walked out of the restaurant with an unusually lecherous expression.