285: The Knights' Estate

The data showed that Ellie was 26 years old, had been with the organization for 6 years, and was actually a top student who graduated from Capital University!

“This woman graduated with a master's degree from Capital University at 20? She’s also a genius, so how did she end up in a killer organization?” Pan Han asked in surprise.

Having money is truly wonderful!

Even for a graduate student from a top university, only a handful can achieve an annual salary of 2 million after 6 years of graduation.

Actually, Pan Han had a misunderstanding about killers, thinking they were all the type who carried guns and did sniping, or secretly stabbed people on the street.

As a top killer group, they had to deal with various targets, and the action department also had strict divisions of labor, naturally requiring various high-level talents.

Someone like Ellie, with top intelligence, top education, and top figure and looks, was more often responsible for intelligence, seduction, and other specific divisions of labor.

Of course, when it came to killing skills, Ellie was equally proficient.

Some people are born to learn quickly, not on the same dimension as ordinary people.

Pan Han, curious, then checked Ouyang Cong, who was level 21 with an annual salary exceeding 15 million!

“Holy crap, he’s actually that expensive!”

“Only 29 years old, and his annual salary is already this much?”

Pan Han clicked his tongue, then thought about his previous part-time jobs, earning five or six thousand yuan a month.

How can people be compared?

The gap between some people is even greater than the gap between people and dogs!

This is reality, this is the real world!

Further up, a level 22 annual salary was 30 million, and a level 23 annual salary was 100 million.

When he checked the Leader, there was no salary, only a real-time display of the amount of funds that could be mobilized.

“This is somewhat interesting,” Pan Han clicked on the option, and a string of numbers popped up.

“Level 4 (can be mobilized at any time, no preparation time needed) — 50 million eagle sauce coins.”

“Level 3 (requires one hour of preparation time) — 200 million eagle sauce coins.”

“Level 2 (requires twelve hours of preparation time) — 2 billion eagle sauce coins.”

“Level 1 (requires twenty-four hours of preparation) — 10 billion eagle sauce coins.”

“Special Level (requires one week of preparation time) — 1 trillion eagle sauce coins.”

“They can actually come up with 1 trillion in a week! This amount of money could wipe out a small to medium-sized country! It is indeed somewhat terrifying.” As he read deeper, Pan Han felt increasingly that the Knight Order was unfathomable!

If he hadn't been lucky enough to be chosen as the successor by the Leader, and had rashly gone to war with the Knight Order, he would most likely have been beaten to the point where he could only hide in the apocalypse.

Immediately after, a long list of internationally renowned groups appeared before Pan Han: Tongsai Group, March Group, Shell Oil, Imperial Bank, Haha University…

These groups covered machinery manufacturing, life sciences, arms, energy, finance, education, luxury goods, automobiles, catering, gambling, adult entertainment, film and television, chain hotels, and so on. The total market value of these groups combined exceeded 50 trillion eagle sauce coins, with an annual turnover exceeding 1 trillion eagle sauce coins.

“This is too terrifying! A Hui actually built such a large foundation!” Pan Han was starting to lose his composure; this information was enough to shock his young mind.

It could basically be confirmed that a normal person would deal with the Knight Order their entire life, without even knowing it.

Half a day later, Pan Han walked out of the shared apartment and strolled downstairs to eat noodles.

However, he now looked at this world from a different perspective.

A feeling of being high above, looking down on the masses.

The people coming and going on the street looked like ants to him.

Of course, he couldn't be blamed; the impact of the Knight Order’s information on him was simply too great.

Anyone else would have been overwhelmed!

However, Pan Han was an Intermediate Evolver after all; he could not only digest food but also information.

After seven bowls of noodles and three bottles of drinks, Pan Han had returned to normal.

So much money, so many people, such a large industry, meant infinite responsibility.

He was already under pressure in the apocalypse that ordinary people would never experience in their lifetime.

One can only say, with great power comes great responsibility!

After eating, Pan Han did not go back but smoked and strolled on the street.

He now only had one problem: he had to carry two phones when he went out.

The phone the Leader left him contained the contact information of 500 high-ranking members.

Others could only visit him at the Somalia headquarters or contact him via phone.

This device couldn't be kept in his spatial storage because there was no signal, so he had to carry it with him at all times.

And out of the entire Knight Order, Ellie was the only one who had Pan Han’s regular contact information.

They had added each other on WeChat previously.

“Get me a few cars, diesel cars. Drive them to the designated warehouse.” Pan Han sent her a WeChat message; he planned to transport them to the apocalypse for Old Wu to research.

He had only disassembled one gasoline car before, and now he would complete the diesel set.

Once the research was complete, he could transport various armored vehicles, tanks, and artillery from here.

Next would be to sweep through the entire state.

First, establish a large base, and after integration, then contend for the entire country.

In comparison, the matter of establishing a nation in Somalia was not as urgent.

As long as the Knight Order existed, whether or not a nation was established wasn't that important.

For an organization like this, it was better to develop discreetly.

“Yes, I’ll get right on it.” Ellie replied immediately.

“You can just call me Boss from now on.” Pan Han was afraid she would call him Leader, causing unnecessary trouble.

“Yes, Boss.”

Two minutes later, Ellie replied again: “Boss, the vehicles have been coordinated and will be delivered to the designated warehouse before 4 PM.”

“Good. Come to where I live now. I’ll send you the location.” Pan Han checked his watch; it was only 1:30 PM.

Half an hour later, Ellie arrived at Pan Han’s shared apartment.

“Boss, why are you living here? I’ll arrange a presidential suite for you right away.” Ellie looked at the simple room, less than 80 square meters, with her mouth wide open.

“No rush. Here are the warehouse keys, take them and oversee the car situation.”

“Yes, Boss.” Ellie carefully put away the keys; this was the first official task the new Leader had given her, and she couldn't make any mistakes.

“Have you eaten?” Pan Han saw she was sweating a bit, estimating she had rushed over.

“No… I haven’t eaten yet.” Ellie actually blushed a little, tidied her hair, and said in a low voice.

“Alright, then I’ll give you some noodles.” Pan Han replied.

“Ah? Now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Boss.” Ellie said, and without another word, she squatted down and began to unbuckle Pan Han’s belt.

“Holy crap, calm down. I meant I’ll cook you some instant noodles.” Pan Han quickly twisted his waist and turned away, somewhat speechless.

“Ah? I’m sorry, Boss, I misunderstood the instruction.” Ellie quickly stood up, rubbing her hands together continuously, looking apologetic.

“It’s fine. You can sit down.” Pan Han pointed to the sofa.

Ellie, her face flushed, sat down, her legs tightly pressed together, not daring to breathe loudly.

She had been with the Knight Order for 6 years and had never heard of anyone eating a meal prepared by the Leader!

What an honor this was!