307: Whoever asks will die

Wu Disheng had just left when Cheng Xiao happened to come in, and the two almost bumped into each other.

"Sorry, sorry!" Wu Disheng quickly apologized, but he ran off with a radiant expression.

"Did Old Wu eat honey? Why is he so happy?" Cheng Xiao asked with a puzzled look.

"He didn't eat here, but he'll be able to eat soon." Pan Han looked at Cheng Xiao with a mischievous smile, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, both lewd and righteous!

"So mysterious, hmph!" Cheng Xiao knew from Pan Han's expression that the two hadn't been talking about anything good.

But she had more important news to report: "I just got in touch with Mo Dage."

"What did he say?"

"The Twelve Palaces don't have many planes either, so it's unlikely they'll sell to us." Cheng Xiao said with a hint of regret, clearly having tried her best to negotiate.

"It's alright, I'll figure it out. Although the performance is a bit worse, they're usable. Let's solve the problem of having something versus nothing first."

"Did you find an armory in your space?"

Previously, Pan Han directly produced 1000 pieces of equipment, and now he was looking for planes again.

Having known Pan Han for so long, Cheng Xiao was still amazed by him.

This man was too extraordinary.

Pan Han, on the other hand, felt nothing. As long as he brought the oil back, getting a few fighter jets or helicopters was no problem.

As long as he didn't give blind orders or freeload, the Knight Order was a very good assistant.

"There are many. As long as there's gold and oil." Pan Han nodded, pulled Cheng Xiao into an embrace, and kissed her.

"Holy crap! I haven't looked for gold much lately. I've been busy preparing for the All States plan." Cheng Xiao suddenly woke up, slapped her forehead, and showed a look of regret.

"It's okay. Once we occupy All States, we can take it as we please." Pan Han didn't blame her. He had given them 1000 tons before, which was enough for the Knight Order to digest for a long time.

"No, no, this can't stop. I need to go out and arrange it quickly. Even if we send a small team, we have to keep looking." With that, Cheng Xiao turned and ran off.

"This silly girl! She's really dedicated to my affairs. I'll give you some toys later." Pan Han shook his head helplessly.

Seeing that it was late, Pan Han decided to rest first.

He wouldn't return to his own world for the next few days; he'd deal with things here first.

Half an hour later, Cheng Xiao returned to the villa. The two took a hot shower and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, upon waking, good news came from Qin Zhong's side: all remaining bases surrendered upon hearing the news, willing to submit to Dawn Base.

Pan Han was so happy he slapped his thigh. This was the best outcome.

No one had to die, and no ammunition was wasted.

By noon, another piece of good news came from the Third and Fourth Elders.

A huge gold mine was discovered, with reserves exceeding one hundred thousand tons!

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiao immediately jumped up. With this gold mine, she wouldn't need to send people to search for it anymore.

One hundred thousand tons of gold, how long would that take to mine?

Pan Han calculated for a long time before realizing that if one ton of gold was worth four hundred million long country currency, then one hundred thousand tons would be forty trillion long country currency!

Forty trillion long country currency!

"Damn it, I alone have triggered global inflation on the entire blue star!" Pan Han only just realized this problem.

With this batch of gold, what couldn't he buy?

As for whether gold would be valuable later, what did that have to do with him?

Anyway, the source of inflation was with him, so if there was harvesting to be done, it would be harvesting others!

Isn't this what eagle sauce coins did?

At this moment, Qin Zhong sent a message, saying he was preparing to lead his troops to outflank from behind, forming a pincer movement with the Third Elder.

To complete the All States conquest plan as soon as possible.

Pan Han immediately approved Qin Zhong's action plan and congratulated them on their early victory and return home.

"Old Wu, I'm going to Oil Island to transport the oil. I'll prepare some reward supplies for everyone later." Seeing that the major matters were settled, Pan Han decided to return to his own world and transport a large batch of supplies over in a few days.

"Yes, Commander, I'll give you the oil tank numbers." Wu Disheng immediately pulled out a list from his pocket.

Pan Han took it, glanced at it, quickly memorized it, and then looked at Cheng Xiao.

"You contact Asiba and see where they are, then go meet them."

"Yes!"

With arrangements made, Pan Han and the others set off.

He put on his mecha and flew directly to Oil Island.

A few minutes later, he began to descend, entering a hovering state.

Following the numbers, he immediately found the oil tanks.

There were ten dense rows of them.

"This old fellow is quite reliable in his work." Pan Han nodded with satisfaction, then landed around the oil tanks.

A few minutes later, five million tons of oil were all loaded into his space.

"Three Elders, these gifts are enough, aren't they?" Pan Han muttered to himself, then teleported to Knight Island.

Picking up his dedicated phone, he contacted the Three Elders again.

"I've got five million tons of oil. Find a place to store it."

"Huh??" The Three Elders looked at Pan Han's message with bewildered expressions.

What did he mean by 'got five million tons of oil'? What did he mean by 'store it'?

Where to store it?

The three looked at each other and decided to ask for clarification.

"Leader, what do you mean by 'store it'?"

"Don't you have oil tanks?"

"We do, but not ones this big."

"Then go build them. Find me when they're all ready."

With that, Pan Han hung up the phone and went out to eat.

This small matter was no problem for the Knight Order. The Outer Shell Oil Group produced over a billion tons of oil annually, so a mere five million tons was less than two days' production.

Indeed, the next day, the Three Elders replied that it was already handled. They had freed up some storage space from other locations.

Pan Han took his private plane to the storage area.

The Three Elders had been waiting for a long time. Now, these old fellows would definitely not miss any opportunity to see Pan Han.

Pan Han frowned when he saw the three of them. "Why are you here again? I don't want to hear reports."

"Leader, you misunderstand. The three of us just simply wanted to see you." The Three Elders replied in unison.

Ever since Pan Han brought back a thousand tons of gold last time, these few seemed to have guessed that Pan Han possessed some kind of superpower.

The previous Leader had immortality and rapid wound healing.

It wasn't surprising for this new Leader to have other special abilities.

After all, the world is vast and full of wonders!

The Knight Order even hid a few alien corpses; would they tell you about them?

In the human world, the simpler things often prove the hardest to achieve.

Just like the phrase "don't be surprised by strange things," these four words are unremarkable, yet who can truly achieve them?

If you saw a true dragon, could your heart remain as calm as water?

If you saw an alien, could you not exclaim, "Holy crap!"?

However, these Elders should have already touched the edge of not being surprised by strange things.

"Alright, suit yourselves. I'm going to look at the oil storage equipment." Pan Han walked over to the entrance of a special warehouse by himself.

Opening the door, inside was an endless expanse of densely packed oil barrels.

Pan Han smiled slightly, and his space subtly fluctuated.

The transfer was instantly completed, and every empty barrel was filled with oil.

"It seems that after evolving to intermediate, the stronger divine sense also helps with space usage."

Just now, Pan Han's divine sense instantly enveloped all the empty barrels, as if assigning them coordinates. With a slight thought, the space immediately activated.

"Not bad! I wonder what effect it will have after evolving to advanced." Muttering to himself, Pan Han exited the warehouse.

The Three Elders vaguely sensed a hint of abnormality, but looking around, they found nothing.

While they were still dazed, Pan Han had already appeared before them.

"It's done. I'm leaving. Don't ask anything. Whoever asks dies!" Clapping his hands, Pan Han turned and left, his deeds deeply hidden, giving the three no chance to inquire further.

The Three Elders, still bewildered, entered the warehouse, and the distinct smell of oil filled their nostrils.

They walked up to a barrel, shook it, and it was dead heavy. Opening it, they found it was already filled with oil.

They opened another barrel, full!

They opened another barrel, still full!

...

They opened a full 20 barrels, all full!

The Three Elders, trembling, knelt on the ground, bowing towards the direction Pan Han had left, unwilling to rise for a long time.