313: From now on, send the person you want to me.

“Heart, liver, kidneys, lungs—give them to me.” Pan Han had seen too many internal organs in the apocalypse. Though he hadn’t learned how to disembowel, he still had a method that involved taking everything out regardless of the specifics.

“Brother, don’t you dare die.” Pan Han took out a syringe of medicine and injected it into Qingshan.

His previously unfocused eyes were forcibly pried open.

Qingshan looked at his own internal organs, his mouth slightly agape, only able to utter a drawn-out “Ah… ah… ah.”

“This heart looks alright, not that black after all.” With that, Pan Han crushed it.

Qingshan twitched in response, as if still connected to his heart.

Just then, gunshots rang out from outside; the warlords had already started attacking.

The Captain and the others immediately returned fire.

These warlord bandits were no match for top-tier bodyguards; as soon as they engaged, over a dozen were killed.

The town’s residents and military personnel, seeing the two sides open fire, immediately hid in their homes.

The local police all hid inside the police station, not daring to come out.

Catching petty thieves was fine, but they had no interest in getting involved in a warlord skirmish.

Nor could they control it!

They would just wait for the fighting to end and then come out to collect the bodies.

Pan Han’s attention had been entirely on Qingshan, but upon hearing the gunfire outside, he immediately became interested, abandoning Qingshan and heading straight to the rooftop.

There was a sniper position there, where a two-person sniper team was taking precise shots at distant enemies.

Pan Han’s divine sense enveloped the surroundings, revealing approximately 100 warlord enemies.

They were driving many trucks and pickup trucks, some with heavy machine guns mounted on them.

Currently, they hadn’t charged forward yet, but once they broke through the defensive line, they would surely sweep with machine gun fire.

Although the enemy had superior numbers and firepower, they were on the defensive and hadn’t gained any advantage.

“Looks like you guys are pretty good.” Pan Han muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Han vanished.

He jumped out of the back window, mapped out a route, and made a wide flanking maneuver.

A few minutes later, he arrived behind the warlord forces.

Putting on his bulletproof vest, helmet, sunglasses, and covering his face with a neck warmer, Pan Han obscured all identifiable information.

Drawing his dagger, he said, “You bastards, your grandpa is here.”

A black shadow suddenly flashed out from behind the warlord forces; wherever it went, a cold gleam appeared, and heads rolled.

In just a few exchanges, over a dozen people were decapitated, without even a chance to cry out.

The Captain and the others spotted the situation through their scopes, realizing that the Cult Master had acted. They all ceased firing, fearing they might injure Pan Han.

“Holy cow, he’s so fast, I can’t see anything!” A bodyguard kept moving his gun barrel, adjusting his scope’s observation range, but still couldn’t keep up with Pan Han’s speed.

“Nonsense, the Boss alone can take on all of us. What are these little squirts?”

As he spoke, a few more heads fell.

Pan Han was killing with abandon, and the warlords, realizing what was happening, began firing.

But their firing speed was far slower than Pan Han’s movement speed; by the time they aimed, the black shadow had already flashed past, and their bullets either missed or hit their own comrades.

If the Myanmar Northern Region was hell, then this place should be purgatory.

The warlord soldiers, originally just wanted to rescue someone and see who was so arrogant as to cause trouble in his territory.

He never expected to encounter a god of death.

“Run!” Finally, someone reacted and roared.

The survivors immediately started their vehicles and sped away.

After Pan Han killed the occupants of two vehicles, by the time he wanted to pursue, the enemy had already driven several hundred meters away.

While he could forcibly chase and kill them, there was no need.

Pan Han wanted to leave a few people to report back; if the other side dared to send more people, that would be even better.

“You guys come over, collect the heads, they’re useful.” Pan Han picked up his walkie-talkie, telling the Captain and his team to come do their work.

“Yes, Boss.” The Captain let out a cry of surprise, tinged with immense joy.

“Tsk, look at how happy you are, your voice is distorted. How undignified.” Pan Han glanced at the walkie-talkie and mumbled.

As he spoke, several vans stopped in front of Pan Han, and many people got out to collect the heads.

The bodies were completely ignored.

Ten minutes later, everyone retreated to the small hotel.

Pan Han brought the Captain to Qingshan’s room. Upon entering, the smell of blood was overwhelming.

Seeing Qingshan dismembered, the Captain couldn’t help but be shocked!

“Cult Master is actually so ruthless!” The Captain had never imagined it in a million years; the seemingly refined Pan Han actually had such a hobby.

When he looked up at Pan Han again, he vaguely felt a murderous aura emanating from him, with dark energy swirling around his body.

“I’m afraid the number of people we’ve killed combined isn’t even half of what the Cult Master has. His killing intent is too strong.”

“Stop muttering.” Pan Han knew the Captain’s mind was racing and interrupted him.

“You guys arrange these heads and Qingshan’s body, take many photos, and then send them to the warlords in the Myanmar Northern Region. Remember, send them to everyone.”

“Boss, just send pictures?”

“Add a sentence: ‘From now on, anyone I want, send them over obediently.’” Pan Han said coldly.

“Holy cow! So arrogant! But I like it.” The Captain almost blurted it out, but feeling it would be disrespectful to the Cult Master, he forcibly held it back.

However, he then reconsidered and decided to remind Pan Han: “Boss, what you’re doing is equivalent to going to war with dozens of factions in the Myanmar Northern Region simultaneously.”

“What, are you telling me how to do my job?” Pan Han looked at the heads and bodies before him and lit a cigarette.

“Your subordinate wouldn’t dare.” Hearing Pan Han say that, the Captain was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, prostrating himself with his hands on the floor, kowtowing repeatedly.

“Stand up and speak.” Pan Han commanded. He was born under the red flag and grew up in the Republic; he didn’t like seeing people kneel.

The emperor is gone; no one is worth kneeling to!

The Captain heard this and immediately stood up, but his expression still showed a hint of worry.

“Captain, do you think the Knight Order has the ability to eradicate all warlords?”

“Yes!”

“Does it have the ability to rescue all the people who were tricked here?”

“Yes!”

“But tell me, if they are all eradicated, will there be another wave of warlords?”

“Absolutely!”

“Hmm. That’s right. The evil in this world will always exist. It doesn’t change according to our will.”

“Then what do you mean, Boss?”

“We’ll establish a stronghold here in the future. We’ll demand people from the warlords little by little; if they don’t give them, we’ll fight. Later on, we’ll set rules for them—what they can and cannot do. In short, it’s a long process.” Pan Han slowly explained.

“You want to eradicate their economic basis for evil from the root?”

“It might not succeed, but let’s try.”

“Boss, how do I feel that your approach is a bit like a wildlife photographer?”

“How so?”

“Like following animals around, not disturbing them, just watching them kill each other.”

“I actually hope they can live in peace and prosperity.” Pan Han sighed inwardly.

People who came from the apocalypse truly cherish peace.

Yet, these people insist on turning their world into a battlefield.

“You guys get to work; I’m going to have a cigarette.” Pan Han left the remaining tasks to the Captain and went to the rooftop to smoke.

Soon, pictures, videos, and messages were sent to over forty warlord factions in the Myanmar Northern Region.

A huge uproar was brewing.