329: Predicted my prediction

They say, if you have 5000 pigs to catch, it would take three days and three nights.

However, 5000 soldierss who have lost their will to fight can be taken into custody in one hour.

Among them were desperadoes who tried to detonate bombs and perish with everyone, but unexpectedly, Pan Han disarmed them all.

The last shred of belief was gone, completely collapsing.

The Knight Order effortlessly lined up to accept the surrender of the ten warlords' allied forces.

The National Security Department and others sat in the car, their mouths agape.

Looking at the mountains of guns and ammunition, and the armored vehicles that hadn't fired a single shot, the Middleman looked at Pan Han and suddenly felt he was tall and imposing, majestic.

Pan Han, dressed in black and wearing a mask, stood on top of an armored vehicle, his full oppressive aura unleashed.

He stared at the allied forces' soldierss like a grim reaper.

Everyone who walked past him trembled, involuntarily bowing to him.

Pan Han looked at them spiritedly, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

It's a pity, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it!

Then don't blame me for being ruthless!

Since the battle was over, the women didn't need to be moved; they were treated on the spot, then their identities were verified, and those who needed to be repatriated were repatriated, with the rest following standard procedures.

Pan Han focused on these ten warlords.

"Captain, come here for a moment." Pan Han waved his hand, and the Captain immediately ran over.

"You pick ten people from here, representing the ten warlords. I want to talk to them. I don't need to teach you how to pick, right?"

"Don't worry, Boss. Obedient, sensible, and knowledgeable about the warlords' backgrounds." The Captain smiled slightly and immediately went to work.

Half an hour later, ten people were led into a small room.

Pan Han was smoking inside, with Ellie sitting beside him, holding a laptop, ready to record.

"Everyone's here, please sit." Pan Han's expression was very friendly; he smiled and said to everyone.

The ten looked at each other, sitting down nervously.

"Captain, I have a task for you." Pan Han called the Captain over and whispered a few words.

"Alright, Boss, don't worry. Hehe." The Captain left excitedly after hearing him.

Pan Han adjusted his mask, revealing a pair of piercing eyes, and scanned the ten people.

The other party instantly felt a bone-chilling cold and didn't dare to breathe.

"I called you here for a simple reason: find all the cash, gold, silver, jewels, antiques, and calligraphy hidden by the ten warlords." Pan Han said when he felt the time was right.

This is basically confiscating property! Said so elegantly.

Ellie, standing by, found it amusing, thinking how playful the Lord was.

"Lord, I'm just a regimental commander; I don't know how much money my own boss has." One person said, gathering his courage.

"Look, it's as if I've become a greedy person. Don't worry, just find as much as you can. Besides, I don't want this money; it's all for those people you captured. You've harmed them for so long, so some compensation is reasonable, right?" Pan Han said with a smile, nodding to the regimental commander and standing up to offer him a cigarette.

"Thank you, Lord." The regimental commander took a puff of the cigarette, feeling a little relieved, and only then dared to look up at Pan Han.

Their gazes met, and Pan Han suddenly changed to a gentle, watery gaze, looking at the regimental commander with warmth and closeness.

The regimental commander felt a little calmer, his mind becoming more active; he naturally knew how many treasures his old boss had hidden.

"Alright, each of you will lead a team later. We'll meet back here in three hours." Pan Han clapped his hands, and ten teams immediately stood ready outside the door.

Ten minutes later, the property confiscation operation officially began.

Before the confiscation began, the ten people exchanged glances, understanding what it meant.

"Boss, are you sure they can find all the valuables?" Ellie asked after everyone left.

"They won't be that kind-hearted." Pan Han replied.

"Then instead of letting them be perfunctory, why don't we confiscate the property ourselves?"

"Nah, that wouldn't be fun. Just watch, the real show is just beginning." Pan Han was not in a hurry; instead, he leisurely smoked.

These 5000 people, Pan Han would absolutely not rest until he had squeezed them dry.

"What did you just tell the Captain that made him so happy?"

"I told him to find ten more people. Hehe."

"Huh? What does that mean??"

"Those ten people just now definitely won't bring back all the treasures. That's when the second wave of people comes in handy." Pan Han said up to this point, then stopped, smiling at Ellie, letting her guess for herself.

How intelligent Ellie was; she reacted in a few seconds, her mouth agape in surprise: "Boss, you're such a fucking schemer."

"How the hell do you talk to your boss!" Pan Han almost choked with laughter; he rarely heard Ellie swear, and he didn't expect her to be so blunt when she did, which was quite amusing.

The two chatted casually like this, and three hours quickly passed.

The ten returned to report, each feigning excitement, but Pan Han saw through it without emotion.

Ellie opened her laptop, responsible for recording.

How much cash, how many antiques, how much gold, silver, and soft goods each family had were clearly recorded.

Finally, a summary showed that the ten families combined only had over 10 million eagle sauce coins and seventy to eighty million long country currency in cash.

Pan Han only smiled and said nothing, instead asking the Captain to bring in the second wave of ten people.

Soon, the room was filled with twenty people, all looking at each other, wondering what Pan Han was up to.

"Project." Pan Han commanded, and Ellie projected the previous statistical table onto a screen.

"Come, everyone, take a look. These are the results of your ten brothers' confiscation just now."

The second wave of ten people looked at the screen, deep in thought. Pan Han scanned their expressions; every single one showed a hint of surprise.

Seeing these expressions, Pan Han knew what was going on.

"Now, you, the second wave of ten people, will go and confiscate again. However, let me be clear upfront. If the amount you confiscate is less than the first wave, you will be shot on the spot. If it's more than theirs, then they will be the ones who die. How you choose to proceed is up to you." Pan Han spoke each word clearly, explaining the rules.

All twenty people present were shocked after hearing this.

Isn't this making us kill each other?

Especially the first wave of ten people, all of them glared at Pan Han with wide, angry eyes.

"You little trickster! Why didn't you say so just now?" The regimental commander, who had been quite happy just a moment ago, immediately questioned Pan Han angrily.

"Friend, you should know what you did. I gave you a chance, but no one cherished it!" Pan Han was somewhat surprised to see the other party turn the tables on him and said irritably.

According to his usual temper, he would have shot him on the spot, but Pan Han wanted to play a bit more, so he held back.

"You…" The regimental commander thought about how he had confiscated property lightly just now and suddenly felt that Pan Han had tricked him.

This young man actually predicted my prediction!

Holy crap!

It's too late to say anything now; the second wave of people will definitely confiscate property desperately to survive!

"Alright, each of you remember the amount of property and finances confiscated by the first wave from your families, and hurry up and set off. Report back here in three hours." Pan Han clapped his hands, signaling the Captain to take them out.

The first wave of ten people looked as if they had eaten arsenic, their faces ashen, their bodies withered, sitting weakly on the ground.