279: The Shocking Secret of the Leader

"No, you don't," Pan Han said, looking at the young man with an Eastern face in front of him, unable to connect him with the world's largest assassin organization.

"Mr. Pan, please have a seat, make yourself at home," the young leader said, gesturing for Pan Han to relax.

Pan Han casually sat on the sofa.

"You may leave," the young leader waved his hand at the black elder, who nodded and immediately walked away.

Only Pan Han and the leader remained in the large living room.

"Mr. Pan, I've learned about the previous conflict. I apologize on behalf of those incompetent subordinates. I hope Mr. Pan won't take it to heart."

Huh, this caught Pan Han off guard. This guy immediately apologized.

And his attitude was very sincere, completely different from what he had expected.

"It's fine, it's in the past. Besides, I didn't suffer any losses," Pan Han shrugged. In reality, he had spent hundreds of kilograms of gold to hire people to protect his family.

However, this amount of money was no different from a few rolls of toilet paper to him.

"May I ask why the leader invited me here? Surely it's not to treat me to Somalia barbecue, is it?" Pan Han lit a cigarette. He didn't ask if smoking was allowed here, but he figured the other party wouldn't stop him.

"Mr. Pan, you are a young hero. Actually, I want to invite you to join us," the young leader remained seated upright, but the word 'old man' coming from his mouth sounded indescribably strange.

"Your organization kills people all day long. I'm not interested," Pan Han rubbed his nose, pondering for a moment before replying.

"Oh? Mr. Pan, you killed dozens of our people in the last two incidents," the young leader actually grinned slightly, a half-smile on his face.

"It was self-defense. No one can say whether they used too much or too little force."

"Mr. Pan, you misunderstood. My point is, you must have quite a few lives on your hands as well."

As soon as the young leader said this, Pan Han was at a loss for how to refute.

If he counted the people he had killed in the apocalypse, he would definitely be considered to have a mountain of blood debts.

"Haha, the leader is indeed extraordinary, with astonishing insight. However, I'm still not interested in joining you," Pan Han saw that the other party was hinting at something, so he simply stopped pretending. It was just killing, he admitted it openly.

When negotiating with an assassin organization, who cares how many lives they've taken!

"Oh, Mr. Pan, aren't you interested in hearing the conditions? Perhaps the organization can help you!" The young leader heard this, but remained unperturbed, looking as if he had already expected it.

"One of your young subordinates mentioned some benefits to me before. Listening carefully, it was nothing special," Pan Han recalled the time in the warehouse when the tracker described the organization's capabilities to him.

"Haha! I didn't expect Mr. Pan to be quite humorous. However, what a subordinate says and what I, the leader, say might not be the same thing."

"Oh? Then tell me, I'm listening!"

"Haha, Mr. Pan, if you join the organization, you will at least never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life," the young leader said unhurriedly.

"Uh, I've already achieved that."

"Hmm, we've checked, and your current savings can indeed achieve that. However, by joining the organization and utilizing our internal network, your assets can increase tenfold!"

"I'm actually not interested in money!" Pan Han thought of the inexhaustible gold and oil he had in the apocalypse. What temptation could a tenfold or hundredfold increase offer him?

Seeing him say this, the leader, instead, smiled and nodded repeatedly, as if he was very satisfied with Pan Han's refusal.

"Very good. It seems Mr. Pan regards money as dirt. This quality is very rare for a young man."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, leader," Pan Han's face darkened. He didn't dislike money; he just truly didn't worry about not having it.

"It seems money can't move Mr. Pan. If I told you that after joining the organization, you could choose any beauty in the world, how would you respond?" The young leader chuckled, nodding slightly.

"Pfft!" Pan Han's laughter, along with a smoke ring, floated into the air.

What kind of condition was this!

As long as Pan Han opened his mouth, couldn't he choose any beauty in the apocalypse? Besides, he still had Yan Xiaoli in his own world. If he were more open-minded, adding dozens more wouldn't be a problem.

With money, would he still worry about not finding beauties?

"Leader, your conditions seem to be getting lower and lower!" Pan Han said helplessly.

"Haha, I didn't expect Mr. Pan to not only regard money as dirt but also be indifferent to women! Very good, very good," the leader chuckled, even clapping a few times.

"Is this old bastard confused? Why is he talking nonsense! I didn't even borrow his jacket to wear!" Pan Han muttered to himself.

"Alright. Mr. Pan is straightforward, and I like that. If you join the organization, I can immediately make you the Vice Leader, commanding all the forces of the Knight Order," the leader started playing his trump card, not beating around the bush at all. This condition was incredibly high for a newcomer.

Upon hearing this, Pan Han couldn't help but be startled!

It sounded less like recruiting talent and more like recruiting a successor!

Vice Leader, commanding all forces—wasn't this the treatment of an Executive Vice Emperor?

"Leader, what you're saying sounds a bit like a joke. We've just met for the first time, and you're offering the position of Vice Leader. Isn't that a bit too childish?"

The young leader heard Pan Han say this and smiled, waving his hand: "No, no. If it weren't for considering the opinions of others in the organization, I would even want you to directly take the leader's position."

Money and beauties don't work, but power should, right!

Which man would refuse the temptation of power to command millions of people and dozens of multinational corporations?

"Leader, if you speak like that, I, Pan, respectfully decline. I don't have time to play house with you here." Hearing this condition, Pan Han knew that the old bastard leader was messing with him.

He instantly activated his divine sense to detect any unusual movements around him.

However, there was no movement whatsoever. Those who should be on guard were on guard, and those who should be working were working. There was no ambush.

"Mr. Pan, everything I've said and thought is true. I truly want to hand over the organization to you." Hearing Pan Han's anger, the young leader's expression became somewhat tense, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

"We've just met for the first time, and you're preparing to make me the leader. How credible do you think that is?"

"To you, the credibility is zero. To me, the credibility is one hundred percent," the young leader leaned closer to Pan Han, his eyes burning, emitting a strange aura.

Pan Han's divine sense moved, but he couldn't detect any fluctuations in the leader's inner thoughts.

Could he be telling the truth?

That doesn't make sense! It's unscientific!

It's like a loser walking down the street, and goddesses like Da Mi Mi, Gao Yuanyuan, Reba, and Yifei surround him, wanting to be his simps.

Who the hell would believe that!

"Alright, I'll be direct. Actually, I'm also someone bound by a system!" The young leader said softly, seeing Pan Han's incredulous expression.

Upon hearing this, Pan Han felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

Exaggerated!

Shocking!

It's just ridiculous!

The system actually didn't lie to me!

In this world, there really are other people bound by systems!