332: No one left

This round of confiscation temporarily came to an end.

Pan Han collected over four billion eagle sauce coins in total; he didn't keep a single cent, instead establishing a compensation team and inviting National Security Department personnel to participate.

They jointly formulated and supervised the compensation plan.

Pan Han specifically instructed them that anyone from Dragon Country who received compensation should be told it was from the state.

This approach earned Pan Han a thumbs-up from the National Security Department personnel.

In their eyes, Pan Han handled things flawlessly, reaching the pinnacle of skill.

The next day, Pan Han summoned Ellie, the Bodyguard Captain, and others for a meeting.

How to deal with the tens of thousands of soldierss in the Myanmar Northern Region was a major issue.

Another matter was how the Myanmar Northern Region would develop in the future.

However, Pan Han had a clear plan for development and did not need everyone's input.

"Boss, I suggest we expel all these soldierss, leaving none behind," the Bodyguard Captain said first.

He rarely had the opportunity to participate in Knight Order decisions and was very grateful for and valued the chance Pan Han gave him.

He was so excited last night that he didn't sleep a wink, coming to the meeting with dark circles under his eyes.

"You mean, clean the house before inviting guests?" Pan Han asked.

"Yes, Boss! That's exactly what I mean.

The Myanmar Northern Region covers an area of over 38,000 square kilometers and has a population of over two million.

We don't lack people.

Besides, if we need people, our Knight Order can always transfer them over," the Bodyguard Captain immediately replied.

"Ellie, what do you think?"

"Boss, it would naturally be safest to expel them all.

However, I'm afraid no one would be willing to take them in."

"Oh? How so?"

"Myanmar definitely wouldn't want them.

If they took them in, these warlords might start guerrilla warfare again.

Dragon Country certainly wouldn't want them either; these people all have dark histories, and taking them back would create too much public pressure," Ellie said, chewing on her ballpoint pen as she shared her thoughts.

"What both of you said makes sense.

Expelling them isn't suitable, and keeping them isn't suitable either.

It seems there's only one path left," Pan Han's eyes glinted, revealing an almost imperceptible killing intent.

"Boss, do you mean to eliminate them all?" the Bodyguard Captain exclaimed in shock upon hearing this.

After all, these were tens of thousands of people!

They weren't tens of thousands of pigs; they were living, breathing humans.

If they were all killed, it would definitely leave a handle for countries around the world.

Although they wouldn't act against the Knight Order now, they might use it to threaten the Knight Order someday.

"Boss, please reconsider!

This is a massive undertaking, and if handled improperly, it could backfire," Ellie also looked worried, her expression tense.

"I'm telling you clearly, these tens of thousands of people are not part of my future plans.

The future Myanmar Northern Region will be a very developed place.

These people are useless if they stay," at this point, Pan Han's mind was made up.

In fact, according to his original intention, he didn't even want to keep the 1.5 million local residents of the Myanmar Northern Region.

It would be best to expel them all.

Hearing Pan Han say this, the Bodyguard Captain and Ellie looked troubled.

Compared to Pan Han, the apocalypse Lord, they were still quite naive.

They were fine with assassinations usually, but when it came to the level of a war of annihilation, they lacked a backbone.

"Boss, should we discuss it with the Committee?" the Bodyguard Captain pondered for a long time, breaking the silence.

"Discuss what crap?

Talking to them means it's an order," Pan Han said irritably.

"Boss, please calm your anger.

I realize my mistake," the Bodyguard Captain, realizing he had spoken wrongly, immediately lowered his head and apologized.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Pan Han stood up, smoking, and looked out the window.

These people had lived in the Myanmar Northern Region for so many years, and their habits were already formed.

Even if they left, they might still become a blight on society.

Moreover, after the confiscation, many were burdened with high debts, and without a means of livelihood after leaving, they would likely turn to crime.

After thinking for a long time, Pan Han extinguished his cigarette butt and turned around, saying, "Leave none."

As a leader, it's like this; sometimes, some decisions seem heartless, but they are the most correct choice after weighing the pros and cons.

Why is it often said that good people cannot be emperors?

Because that job isn't for humans.

"Yes," the Bodyguard Captain and Ellie knew further words were useless and could only agree.

"Start with those 5,000 people.

These people still have money; squeeze them dry before killing them."

Pan Han had the Bodyguard Captain call over the ten people from the second wave.

...

"Listen carefully, you all.

Someone told me a piece of information," Pan Han looked at the ten people, his expression unreadable, completely blank.

"Please tell us, Sir."

"I heard that some of them still have money, and quite a lot.

So, I'll trouble you ten to go and collect it all for me."

"Ah??? Sir, another confiscation?"

"Yes, the compensation fund isn't enough; it's still far short.

This confiscation will be ranked, you know.

The last three people with the lowest total amount will be executed on the spot.

Go now," Pan Han finished speaking and immediately stood up and left, giving them no chance to plead.

However, this time Pan Han miscalculated.

These ten people had already seen through Pan Han's scheme and knew that once the money was collected, they would surely die.

So, all ten of them hanged themselves, neatly lined up.

When Pan Han returned to the scene and saw the bodies, he couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, I can't let you out!

You're all ruthless."

Since no one was willing to help him, he wouldn't bother with the money.

Might as well just kill them all.

Pan Han looked up at the sky.

It was a moonless, windy night—the perfect time for murder and arson.

Tonight was a good time.

It's just tens of thousands of people, right?

Too simple.

Pan Han first came near the prison cells of the 5,000 people and, at the fastest speed, collected all of them into his space.

These people felt a slight spatial fluctuation in their sleep, and a fear from the bottom of their hearts instantly woke them up.

But everyone's vision went black, and the moment they entered the space, they lost their lives; they were all eliminated.

"Hehe.

Fortunately, the space is infinitely large," Pan Han finished this batch and then quickly went to where the more than thirty warlords who had previously surrendered were imprisoned.

A dark shadow moved through the night, and wherever it went, it cleared out a building or a hall.

Half an hour later, everyone from over thirty warlord factions was collected into the space.

Pan Han clapped his hands and lit a cigarette: "Done."

Easy and pleasant.

What do you think Pan Han feels now?

What does it feel like to eat tens of thousands of caviar eggs in one bite?

What does it feel like to step on tens of thousands of ants?

In low-EQ terms: Eliminating you, what does it have to do with you?

In high-EQ terms: The greatest respect for an enemy is to wipe them out completely.

Anyway, the deed is done, so what now?

After finishing his cigarette, Pan Han returned to his room to prepare for sleep.

As soon as he got into bed, Ellie sat up and looked at him: "Are you done?"

It turned out that Ellie had woken up when Pan Han first went out; she vaguely guessed what he was going to do.

"Mm, it's done!"

"Tens of thousands of people, that fast?"

"There's no difference."

"Boss, who exactly are you?" Ellie suddenly said, a little scared.

This kind of thing is hard for people in a peaceful world to accept.

Even for people from an assassin organization, Pan Han killed too many people, too quickly.

The Knight Order hadn't killed as many people in the last fifty years as Pan Han had in the past few days.

"Actually, I'm just a loser," Pan Han thought for a moment, unsure how to answer.

"Why are you both humorous and ruthless? Both kind and cold-blooded?" Ellie said, caressing Pan Han's face.

"Killing is not the purpose, but the purpose is to kill them," Pan Han said, seemingly contradictory but full of philosophy.

Ellie looked puzzled but didn't press further, instead hugging Pan Han tightly.

She could clearly feel a surge of passion within Pan Han.