270: Lord

By the time Ouyang Cong and the others arrived at the courtyard, everyone, including the old gatekeeper, was already dead.

"Pan Han, you're looking for death!" Ouyang Cong, seeing the scene, could not suppress his anger and squeezed out a few words.

"Who are you?" Pan Han saw the person leading them, handsome and imposing, and he did not look like someone who committed evil deeds.

However, the strong killing intent and the surrounding gloomy aura clearly indicated he was a murderous demon.

"I am the head of the organization in Dragon Country," Situ Cong said coldly.

He did not expect Pan Han to deliver himself to his doorstep.

The feeling of being slapped in the face was unpleasant!

"Don't you have a name? Or are you not planning to tell me?" Pan Han felt a bit annoyed seeing Situ Cong still acting so arrogant.

"You're about to die, what difference does it make if you know or not!" Situ Cong waved his hand, and numerous assassins behind him surged towards Pan Han.

The distance between the two groups was about 20 meters, and Pan Han merely smiled when he saw the other side charging over.

The next second, dozens of assassins all fell dead.

Before Situ Cong could react, Pan Han was already behind him.

With a few cracking sounds, all of Situ Cong's limbs were broken.

"Come, let me see if you have a suicide pill in your mouth." Pan Han pried open his mouth and checked for a long time.

There wasn't any; it seemed they didn't carry this when not on a mission.

Pan Han took out a rag, stuffed it into his mouth, and then began to clear out the people inside the building.

He activated his divine sense and found that fewer than 10 people remained, including a few women.

A few minutes later, everyone, including Situ Cong, had their ability to attack removed by Pan Han and were locked in a conference room.

Pan Han himself searched for useful information in the courtyard and inside the building.

This truly panicked Situ Cong; there was a lot of information here that he hadn't had time to destroy.

Everything happened too fast!

After searching around, he indeed found a lot of useful information.

For example, maps of the Knight Order's various sub-bases. Pan Han scanned them and found that the headquarters was actually in Somalia.

"Hehe, isn't this a coincidence?" Pan Han sneered.

He then went to the monitoring room and checked the surveillance footage.

Naturally, he also discovered that Uncle Cheng had been there.

"He was indeed a member of the organization before." After confirming this, Pan Han could roughly imagine what would happen next.

Although Uncle Cheng didn't understand him, he understood the organization.

Weighing the pros and cons, the Wang Corporation would definitely abandon him.

However, he could also understand; if it were him, he would most likely make the same choice as Uncle Cheng.

There was too much stuff here, so Pan Han only picked out a few things he thought were useful and put them in his backpack.

Then he strolled into the conference room.

Looking at the people inside, Pan Han first removed the rag from Ouyang Cong's mouth.

"Can we talk now?" Pan Han lit a cigarette again and said unhurriedly.

"Talk about what? You're finished, you know that?" Ouyang Cong glared fiercely at Pan Han.

"We haven't even talked, how do you know it's over?" Pan Han wasn't angry; instead, he retorted.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Still the same request as before: stop hunting me and my family."

"Impossible."

"So, the holy war has begun?" After Pan Han threw out this term, a hint of panic flashed in Ouyang Cong's eyes.

It seemed Uncle Cheng had already communicated with Pan Han. Could this location have been revealed to him by Uncle Cheng?

Ouyang Cong regretted letting Uncle Cheng leave before the operation; he had been careless.

"The Tianlong Knight Order has been operating for hundreds of years. This legacy is not easy to come by. Opposing me is actually not worth it."

"You are indeed interesting." Ouyang Cong looked at Pan Han with interest, various thoughts flashing through his mind.

What exactly did he want to do?

"As you can see, I only made a slight move, and this base was taken down by me. If we have to fight to the death, I don't mind wiping you all out."

"There should be surveillance in this room, right? Your headquarters must have already seen it. Why don't you ask the headquarters?" Pan Han saw that Situ Cong was still so stubborn and gave him an out.

Situ Cong didn't retort this time; everything that happened here must have already been known by the headquarters.

And in his more than ten years in the business, he had indeed never seen anyone with Pan Han's skill.

He was indeed a bit strange.

As if he wasn't from this world!

Just downstairs, Pan Han took down all the assassins in just one second.

The speed was so fast that Ouyang Cong couldn't see anything clearly.

For someone like Pan Han, it was no longer possible to kill him through normal means.

No matter how many people were sent, it would be impossible.

But once he couldn't be killed, the opponent's counterattack would be very difficult to bear.

Impossible to guard against.

"Sigh, stop thinking. I'm giving you a chance, you need to make good use of it!" Pan Han saw Situ Cong hesitate slightly and reached out to poke his fractured arm.

The pain instantly sobered Ouyang Cong. At this moment, he really wanted to contact the headquarters.

However, he was still a step too late.

The headquarters' call had already come in.

The phone rang in the conference room.

Pan Han glanced at it, motioned for a woman to answer, and put it on speaker.

The woman trembled and did as Pan Han instructed.

An old man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ouyang Cong, do as he says."

"Ah?" Ouyang Cong trembled all over when he heard this voice, his eyes nearly unfocused.

He had only seen the speaker once, and heard his voice only once, but he could never forget it, nor dared to forget it.

His status was above the Elder Council; the entire organization revered him as the Sect Master, the God of the entire organization.

"Sect Master, why did you call personally?" Ouyang Cong asked in surprise.

"It's not easy, you kid still remembers this old man," the old voice on the phone said.

"Your subordinate dares not forget the appearance and voice of the Sect Master," Ouyang Cong endured the pain, prostrated himself on the ground, his expression exceptionally devout.

Pan Han was a bit bewildered by the scene.

How did another Sect Master suddenly appear?

Didn't those three old geezers on the Committee used to be the highest leaders?

Damn it, it seems Uncle Cheng's rank was too low to access top-secret information!

Seeing Ouyang Cong so obsequious, this old man must have a lot of sway.

However, was this matter worth the Sect Master's personal intervention?

It was just a negotiation, wasn't it? If he let himself and his family go, everything would be fine.

At most, he'd compensate them with some gold, after all, he had killed dozens of their people.

Various thoughts flashed through Pan Han's mind rapidly.

"Do as Pan Han says, then bring him to see me," the old man said to Ouyang Cong in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes, Sect Master," Ouyang Cong replied without any hesitation this time, immediately agreeing.

"Pan Han, hello," the old man greeted Pan Han again.

"Hey, old man, you're the one who understands. Isn't this good? Everyone earns their own money, why fight and kill?"

"I'd like to invite you to the headquarters for a visit. I wonder if you have time," the old man changed his tone, speaking kindly and gently, like a spring breeze.

"Old man, I need to make sure what you say is true first." Pan Han didn't agree immediately.

"Presumptuous! Pan Han, you are presumptuous!" Ouyang Cong suddenly yelled hoarsely: "Our Sect Master is a man of his word and possesses absolute authority. If he says he'll let you go, he will definitely let you go. How dare you question the Sect Master! I'll fight you to the death."

With that, Ouyang Cong, like a maggot, gnashed his teeth and wriggled towards Pan Han.

The other bound individuals also glared with wide eyes and swayed as they rushed over.

Pan Han looked at everything before him, a bit surprised.

Is this old geezer's word really that powerful?