333: Special flight back home

All troubles were cleared overnight, and Pan Han slept very comfortably.

He didn't wake up until past 9 AM the next morning, stretching and letting out a satisfied groan.

Looking around, there was no one in the room; Ellie probably saw that he was finally getting a rare lie-in and didn't dare to disturb him.

Pan Han opened his divine sense, covering the surroundings, and found that it was indeed quiet.

Recalling last night's actions, some soldierss might have been wronged, but it didn't matter, because they were all making money from sweatshops.

Will Myanmar, Dragon Country, or even Eagle Sauce come to question him?

Since it was done, he couldn't control it anymore.

The dead cannot be resurrected, and taking them out of space was useless.

Next was to proceed step by step, repatriating all the kidnapped people back to their countries.

Among the tens of thousands of people, most were from Dragon Country, with some from other countries.

This work was time-consuming, so Pan Han left it to Ellie and the Captain, while he himself had to return to Dragon Country.

A Big Leader, a Vice-National level official, specifically requested to see him. It was hard to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and go.

At this level, every word carries weight, and if he didn't show respect, future interactions would inevitably be difficult.

After explaining all the matters, several comrades from the National Security Department took Pan Han on a special plane back.

This time, a special plane was dispatched from within the country, with very high specifications. In the spacious cabin, besides the Middleman and other comrades, there were also several people from the capital.

Pan Han scanned the area and found at least fifteen listening devices.

He gave a wry smile, thinking, 'Oh no, I've fallen into a trap this time!'

Ever since they got on the plane, the Middleman had been busy, and his mood had visibly improved. He was probably overjoyed at the thought of returning to the organization and no longer having to work undercover.

Pan Han was also happy to chat with everyone.

The National Security Department is too far removed from ordinary people's lives; generally, one would never come into contact with it.

Pan Han, being a bit silly, asked all sorts of questions, making everyone a bit awkward, unsure whether to answer or not.

Actually, he was mainly afraid of them questioning him, so he simply took the initiative and asked a bunch of idiotic questions.

For example, how much their salaries were, if they had any difficulties in life, and if so, to speak up, because the Knight Order had plenty of money.

The Middleman listened with a head full of question marks floating above him, thinking, 'Do you understand bribery?'

After chatting for a while, Pan Han's biggest impression was that the flight attendants on the special plane were quite ordinary-looking.

This was unlike the Knight Order, where all the flight attendants were the most beautiful, even if they were transvestite flight attendants, they would find the top-tier ones.

In fact, most government workers lead ordinary lives and also face various issues such as birth, aging, illness, death, children's schooling, and work pressure.

Some special positions even require sacrificing family and career, or even risking their lives.

After the special plane landed at the capital airport, Pan Han and others directly boarded a large bus, escorted by police cars all the way to a designated hotel for rest.

“Your Eminence, the Big Leader is still in a meeting and won't be available until after 10 PM. Please rest here first,” the Middleman said to Mr. Pan after everything was settled.

“You've regained your identity now, so don't call me Your Eminence anymore. Just call me by my name.”

“Haha, I haven't gotten used to it yet. Then, in formal settings, I'll call you Mr. Pan, and in private, Boss Pan,” the Middleman said, a little embarrassed.

“Oh, right. Out of respect, I haven't investigated your information. I don't even know your name,” Pan Han asked.

“Haha, Boss Pan is indeed particular. My name is Guo Jing.”

“Is your wife named Huang Rong?”

“No, I have a master named 'Look at My Cues to Act.'”

“Haha!”

“Haha!”

The atmosphere was just right, and Pan Han suddenly felt hungry, so he asked Guo Jing to prepare some food for him.

“It's been a long time since I've had domestic delicacies, prepare a lot,” Pan Han said, clutching his stomach.

“No problem, Boss Pan.” Guo Jing checked his watch; it was not yet 7 PM, so there was plenty of time.

The chefs at this hotel were all national banquet level, working 24-hour shifts, always on standby.

Guo Jing told the kitchen, and in less than half an hour, exquisite four dishes and one soup were delivered to the room.

“Old Guo, let's eat together, and we can have a drink,” Pan Han enthusiastically pulled Guo Jing to stay.

Guo Jing thought for a moment. He certainly couldn't leave before the Big Leader arrived, so he simply sat down and ate with him.

During this time in Myanmar Northern Region, conditions were truly harsh, and the fighting had been quite intense. He was afraid something would happen to Pan Han and had barely slept a wink.

Now that he was back in the country, he could finally eat and drink in peace.

“Boss Pan, maybe we should skip the alcohol. It's not appropriate to meet the Big Leader with the smell of alcohol later.”

“Alright, then let's just eat casually.”

With that, Pan Han pulled Guo Jing and began to devour the food.

It had to be said, the skill of a national banquet chef was truly different.

It looked like plain clear soup, but the taste was excellent, preserving the original flavor of the ingredients while achieving perfect color, aroma, and taste.

And it was definitely top-grade; you could tell with the first bite.

In a flash, three bowls of rice were gone, and the dishes were also nearly empty.

Guo Jing had only eaten half a bowl and looked at the empty plates, a bit bewildered.

“Old Guo, order a few more plates, please. I'm not full!”

“Uh, yes, yes. My apologies, Boss Pan, I didn't realize you had such a good appetite.”

“Mainly because the food here is too delicious. Order a few more plates.” Pan Han deliberately put emphasis on the last part.

Guo Jing immediately made a call to arrange another eight dishes and one soup.

While waiting for the dishes, Pan Han pulled Guo Jing to smoke and chat.

He learned that Guo Jing was in his early forties, a single father with an 11-year-old daughter who lived with her grandmother because he was rarely home.

“Where's your wife?” Pan Han was surprised to see that Guo Jing, a handsome man, was single.

But when asked about this, Guo Jing clearly hesitated, his expression slightly somber.

Pan Han knew he had touched a sore spot, so he quickly waved his hand and said, “It's alright, Old Guo, if it's inconvenient, never mind.”

“There's nothing inconvenient about it, really. Actually, she sacrificed herself five years ago.” Old Guo's lips twitched slightly, and he forced a bitter smile as he managed to speak.

“Ah??? What happened?” Pan Han was indeed greatly surprised; he had originally thought it was a divorce.

“She was an anti-drug police officer. Five years ago, she was killed by drug traffickers near Myanmar Northern Region.” Guo Jing lit a cigarette, his mind racing, and his eyes slightly moist.

“Were the bad guys caught?” Pan Han patted Old Guo's thigh, not knowing how to comfort him.

“A few small-time soldierss were caught. But the Big Boss wasn't.”

“Has that boss always been in Myanmar Northern Region?”

“Yes, I know who he is.” At this point, Guo Jing said through gritted teeth.

“Then it should be resolved,” Pan Han heard that he was still in Myanmar Northern Region and breathed a sigh of relief.

“What?” Guo Jing didn't know that Pan Han had killed all the warlords overnight. He only remembered that the thirty-odd groups that surrendered were all locked up, and he was still thinking about finding an opportunity for revenge later.

“As long as he's in Myanmar Northern Region, then it's considered resolved.”

“Boss Pan, what do you mean? You don't even know who I'm talking about.”

“It doesn't matter, they're all resolved.”

“Ah!!!???” Guo Jing's fingers loosened, and his cigarette butt fell onto his pants, burning a hole before he reacted.

“It's the 'resolved' you understand,” Pan Han said with a smile.

“Killed them all?”

“Mm.”

Guo Jing listened, his expression complex, unsure what to say.

On one hand, Pan Han had avenged him, which he should be grateful for. But on the other hand, how did he manage to kill all the warlords overnight? Also, with so many people killed, the Big Leader didn't know yet and needed to be reported to immediately.