317: The coalition forces are scared

After Pan Han said that, Liu Ying was surprisingly furious!

He had lived in the Myanmar Northern Region for decades, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like that!

Even when Myanmar government leaders came, they always spoke respectfully.

But Liu Ying had seen and experienced much, and today's events were too bizarre.

What Pan Han showed everyone could be called a miracle.

Confronting such a person head-on was absolutely not an option; if he had to be dealt with, it could only be done from behind.

So, Liu Ying suppressed his anger and said into the microphone, "Young man, let's talk this over. We'll retreat first."

"Your younger brother died by my hand, you don't have any objections, do you?" Pan Han didn't care who he was, and continued to rub salt in the wound.

In his opinion, these warlords in the Myanmar Northern Region were all human garbage, and he wanted to bring justice to the world.

Don't they all say that justice is never late? Today, Pan Han was here to deliver that justice!

Seeing Pan Han's blatant provocation, Liu Ying's veins bulged with anger, and he gasped for breath, almost crushing the microphone in his hand.

The cronies beside him couldn't stand it anymore.

"Commander, I'll go out and fight him."

"Come back! What will you fight with??" Seeing the people around him filled with righteous indignation, all ready to fight to the death, Liu Ying instead calmed down.

His ability to lead his team to where it was today was certainly not just due to ruthlessness.

"Commander, this kid is so arrogant, if we swallow this, how will we ever get by in the future?"

"Nonsense, do you know his background?" After speaking, Liu Ying threw out a stack of white papers with some information on them.

His subordinate picked them up, looked them over, and gasped!

It was a message from a Myanmar military insider: This person's background is too deep; he absolutely cannot be touched.

"Commander, who is this person?" The subordinate was at a loss for ideas and could only ask his boss.

"We might have provoked someone we shouldn't have," Liu Ying whispered.

"Hey, Liu Ying, I said, your younger brother died by my hand, no problem, right?" Pan Han pressed again.

What is called killing and condemning the heart?

Making you eat shit, and you still have to say it's delicious!

"No problem, no problem! In three days, we'll send someone to the small town to talk to you." Liu Ying suppressed his anger and replied calmly.

"Alright, it's best to send someone who can make decisions, otherwise, if we can't agree, you'll all die." Pan Han deliberately raised his voice, and all the soldierss present were stunned.

What was this person's background?

He looked like a Dragon Countryman, could he have been sent by the Dragon Country?

But in the country, he hadn't heard of such a figure!

Or was he sent by the Eagle Country?

Was Eagle Country preparing to interfere in Myanmar's affairs??

This guy always acted only for profit; in recent years, their country's rich people had bought quite a lot of human organs.

Were they planning to discard them after use?

However, Pan Han's intention was achieved.

When the soldierss heard Pan Han speak like that, they all dared not touch him; now, even if someone gave an order, no one would dare to shoot.

Who would dare to provoke someone like him?

"Young man, you are amazing! We'll listen to you." Liu Ying almost stomped through the floor, but had no choice but to hold his nose and accept the terms.

"Good, then I'm leaving if there's nothing else!" Pan Han put down the microphone and strolled leisurely towards the border town.

Just like that, Pan Han slowly left under the gaze of thousands of soldierss.

He even greeted the soldierss from time to time, as if on a parade.

The murderous aura and leadership temperament honed in the apocalypse were something these soldierss in the Myanmar Northern Region had never seen before.

Everyone made way, allowing Pan Han to pass.

And Pan Han remembered the faces of the thousands of people present.

Some of these people were still children, but filled with resentment.

Some people looked like seasoned killers, their hands undoubtedly stained with blood.

There were also people with knife scars on their faces and distorted muscles, clearly somewhat unconvinced.

And some elderly people, slightly stooped, were clearly brought along just to make up the numbers.

"Hmph, hell is on earth!" Pan Han looked at the soldierss and couldn't help but shake his head.

Think about the apocalypse; there, people would do anything for a bite to eat.

But they only did it to survive!

What about this group of people in the Myanmar Northern Region?

Did they really have to do such wicked things to fill their stomachs?

Walking to the front of the convoy, Pan Han got into an intact pickup truck and said to a soldiers, "I'll borrow this for a bit."

The engine roared, and he drove away.

At this point, the convoy no longer needed orders; everyone turned around and went home.

The Myanmar Northern Region hadn't been this united in a long time.

Dozens of factions formed a coalition army, united against an external force!

But it also hadn't been this humiliated in a long time.

They were no match at all!

Completely suppressed, with no power to fight back.

Fight, they couldn't win! Flee, they couldn't escape!

Pan Han hummed a little tune and happily returned to the town's hotel.

His round trip took less than 2 hours.

The Bodyguard Captain and others were still looking for an open space, preparing to build some makeshift shelters.

"The boss is back." Everyone rushed over when they saw Pan Han get out of the car.

"Hmm, it's fine, the coalition army over there has retreated." Pan Han clapped his hands, feeling completely relaxed.

"Huh? With so many of them, boss, you alone forced them to retreat?" The Captain was somewhat skeptical.

"Yes, in three days, they'll send someone to negotiate. You guys clear out a room."

"Yes, boss." The Bodyguard Captain immediately agreed.

Pan Han gestured for everyone to withdraw, preparing to rest for a while.

There was even domestic internet here; it would be a waste not to play a few ranked King of Glory games.

Pan Han sat on the roof, smoking, and opened King of Glory.

"Family, do you believe I'm playing ranked in the Myanmar Northern Region?" Looking at his other four teammates, Pan Han typed out the subtitle.

"Holy crap, bro, were you kidnapped? If so, just type 1, and we'll help you call the police."

"Don't be silly, anyone who has a phone in the Myanmar Northern Region must be a local!"

"Huh? Are you a bad person who kidnaps compatriots?"

"What are you guys thinking? I'm here to rescue compatriots," Pan Han said, somewhat speechless.

Recently, news about the Myanmar Northern Region was all over the country, and the public was outraged.

Some even threatened to pay to organize mercenaries to attack the Myanmar Northern Region.

"Holy crap, stop bragging. Just play your marksman well. Don't throw the tower as soon as you start!"

"You let Cai Wenji follow me! I'll push to the high ground in 6 minutes!"

...

After losing several games in a row, Pan Han was cursed by his teammates to the point of doubting his life!

Why was he awesome in the real world but an idiot online??

"Damn it, time to eat!" Pan Han cursed, putting away his phone.

When Pan Han said it was time to eat, the people downstairs immediately prepared a feast for him.

Pan Han waved his hand and said, "Everyone eat together, it's more lively."

"Okay, boss." The Bodyguard Captain immediately set up a barbecue grill on the roof, with various meats and alcoholic beverages.

Except for those on lookout duty, the other twenty or so bodyguards gathered on the rooftop to barbecue with Pan Han.

Having just forced 3,000 coalition forces to retreat, this meal was like a celebration feast.

The bodyguards all came forward to offer toasts, and Pan Han accepted every one, chugging beer bottle after bottle.

The sunset in the Myanmar Northern Region had never been so beautiful!