271: See you in two days

“Did I ask you anything, you motherf**kers?” Seeing these people bare their teeth at him, Pan Han went up and slapped Ouyang Cong several times.

“You damn idiots, stay put!” After hitting them, Pan Han glared fiercely at the others.

This old bastard is your Cult Master, not mine!

Stop showing off!

“Young man, don’t be so hot-headed. My subordinates are not much, just a couple of hits will do.” To everyone’s surprise, the old man on the other end of the phone didn't get angry; instead, he said with a chuckle.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several organization members immediately struggled to kneel before Pan Han, letting him hit them.

Pan Han, however, didn't strike. He was now increasingly interested in the Cult Master.

He really wanted to meet the person in real life, to see what kind of charisma made these people so obedient.

“Indeed, quite interesting. Old man, have them withdraw the kill order. Two days from now, I’ll come find you.” Pan Han walked to the phone, picked it up, and spoke into the mouthpiece.

The other party didn't speak but sniffed along the phone line.

Pan Han heard the other party’s action and felt a bit disgusted, quickly moving his head away.

“It’s been withdrawn. I’ll wait for you.” The Cult Master adjusted his breathing and said tremblingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Han saw a green message pop up on the conference room screen.

It contained information about Pan Han and his family, and below it, the words “Kill order withdrawn” were written.

“A bit interesting,” Pan Han muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, the Knight Order members, seeing this withdrawal order, all slumped to the ground as if their strength had been drained.

They had lost dozens of people, only to receive a piece of paper withdrawing the order.

And they still had to take Pan Han to see the Cult Master.

Normally, the Cult Master only appeared once a year to meet a very small number of people.

Especially Ouyang Cong, he really couldn't understand what ability Pan Han had to make the Cult Master personally come out to help him.

From childhood, he had been competitive, becoming the head of Dragon Country Base at a young age, and had never felt such shame and suppression as he did today.

The most critical thing was that he still had to obey the Cult Master’s orders.

And the most critical thing was that he really couldn't defeat Pan Han!

He felt awful, wanting to cry!

But he had to hold it in; his subordinates were still watching him.

“Hey, did you hear me? Two days from now, take me to your Cult Master.” Pan Han walked over to him and stepped on Ouyang Cong’s head with his foot.

“Holy crap! He actually stepped on my head!” Ouyang Cong was greatly shocked internally. This was like, a scholar would rather die than be humiliated!

“Okay, see you here in two days.” But what came out of his mouth was a submissive agreement, because his head felt as if it was being pressed down by ten thousand pounds.

“That’s right. Oh, remember to tell Uncle Cheng that everything is fine here.” Seeing Ouyang Cong’s attitude become much more normal, Pan Han slightly loosened his foot.

“Okay, right away,” Ouyang Cong continued to agree.

“Old man, I’ll hang up if there’s nothing else,” Pan Han said into the phone, seeing that the matter was resolved.

“Alright, young man, I’ll wait for you.” After the Cult Master finished speaking, he was the first to hang up the phone.

“I’m asking one last time, what’s your name?” Pan Han squatted down and looked at Ouyang Cong’s distorted face.

“Ouyang Cong.”

“Alright, I’ll remember you. This place is a bit messy, you guys find someone to clean it up, no problem?”

“No problem!”

“Alright, I’ll leave first. I’ll be back at this time in two days.”

Pan Han clapped his hands, stood up, and walked straight out.

Once Pan Han had completely left, the other Knight Order members untied each other and quickly came to check on Ouyang Cong’s injuries.

All his limbs were fractured and needed immediate setting at the hospital, otherwise, he would be crippled.

“Notify Ellie to speed up operations. Do not contact the base or headquarters for now. Don’t worry about other matters; get into Pan Han’s crew as soon as possible.” Ouyang Cong lay on the stretcher, issuing his final directive.

“Yes!” A subordinate quickly left to make the call.

The others were busy arranging for people from the nearest city to clean up the scene.

In this battle, they lost forty-seven people. More than half of Dragon Country’s elite assassins died here.

They also had a complete process for handling the aftermath, even having their own hospital and crematorium.

However, this incident still spread like wildfire within the Tianlong Knight Order.

Those who received the news were shocked by Pan Han’s actions and the Cult Master’s approach.

They vaguely felt that something big was about to happen.

Pan Han, meanwhile, drove straight to his newly rented large flat.

As soon as he entered his home, he received a message from Uncle Cheng: “It’s actually fine?”

Uncle Cheng was always composed, and his use of “actually” this time showed that he too was shocked.

“Yeah, it’s handled. Tell Old Master Wang not to worry about the collaboration. Of course, if he wants to pull out, that’s fine too, just return the potions to me.” Pan Han was quite satisfied with the Knight Order’s swiftness and was in a good mood.

“Okay, they’re discussing it now. Where are you?”

“I’ll rest for a bit. You can tell me the result later.”

Pan Han tossed his phone aside and slumped onto the living room sofa, the Cult Master’s voice still echoing in his mind.

“This old man is so strange. Does he know me?” Pan Han tried hard to recall the voice but realized he didn’t know anyone with such an accent.

Just then, an extremely faint scent, yet one that couldn't escape Pan Han’s nose, emanated from the wall behind the sofa.

“Holy crap!” Pan Han turned his head and immediately knew what the smell was.

It must have been left by some man.

“Well, this Jinlian sure plays around a lot.” Last time, he was in a hurry to sign the contract and didn’t check much; Pan Han only discovered this now.

These smells, like mushrooms after rain, poured into Pan Han’s sense of smell.

“Holy crap, it’s on the dining table too!”

“Damn it! In the kitchen too!”

“F***, f***, f***! On the balcony too!”

Moreover, Pan Han could distinguish that these smells came from different men!

“Damn it, Jinlian, what kind of men have you been with?” Pan Han frowned, hands on his hips, looking at the entire house.

“Still can’t live here, I need to find someone to clean it.” Pan Han turned and left, going to the community property management to ask them to help find a cleaner nearby.

Ten minutes later, Pan Han got a phone number.

Half an hour later, five middle-aged women gathered in the large flat’s living room.

“Sir, this house is very clean, it doesn’t need much cleaning.” One of the leading women looked at the spotless floor with a puzzled expression.

“Auntie, listen carefully, clean all exposed walls, floors, furniture, etc., everything in the air.” After speaking, Pan Han took out 2000 cash and put it into the woman’s hand.

The woman took the money, looked at Pan Han’s hopeful eyes, and nodded seriously: “Don’t worry, sir, we’ll clean until you come back and don’t even recognize it!”

“Please do!” Pan Han almost bowed to the women, but he couldn’t explicitly say what exactly needed to be cleaned, so he could only opt for a thorough cleaning.

After speaking, Pan Han turned and left, unable to stay for another second!

It was all images!