468: I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it.

Sweat began to trickle down the President's temples, and the hand holding the gun trembled more and more.

"One!" Pan Han shouted sternly.

This sound pierced through the universe, as if coming from the long river of history, carrying unprecedented pressure that drilled directly into the minds of everyone in the conference room.

Some of them had heard rocket launches up close, some had piloted fighter jets through the sound barrier, and others had worked as mine drill operators in their youth.

Of all the soul-shaking sounds in this world, none compared to this single sound from Pan Han.

Exaggerated!

Terrifying!

It was just freaking absurd!

At this moment, the President felt as if his soul had left his body; a figure floated out from within him, hovering above his head, allowing him to clearly see everything before him.

But he could no longer control his body, nor could he make a sound.

"Two!" After a pause of a few seconds, Pan Han shouted again.

Upon hearing this, the President felt time stop; everyone and everything before him ceased to move.

The most important events of his decades of life flashed before his eyes.

That year, he was still an innocent virgin, pinned against a wall by a 298-pound girl, struggling desperately but unable to escape.

A few years later, he joined the army and arrived at the Annam battlefield; that same girl he had bayoneted to death appeared before him again, constantly gnawing at his body with her rotting, gaping mouth.

A few more years passed, and the President married, had children, and achieved success in his career, but his parents were shot and killed by a robber, so he resolved to enter politics and change the world.

Ten years later, after unremitting efforts, he finally succeeded in being elected mayor; he was only thirty-seven then, full of vigor!

Another ten years passed, and through struggle and constant climbing, he finally reached the position of governor, by which time he had already become acquainted with many plutocrats.

In order to raise funds to run for President, he joined a party and knelt down to act as a dog for the plutocrats, groveling for twenty whole years until he was sixty-seven.

Finally, finally! He became the President of Eagle Country and the Commander of the world's most powerful military.

A man who could shoot webs once said, "With great power comes great responsibility."

But after being elected President, he felt more and more that with greater power came more constraints.

Congress, the courts, unions, the military, and even certain races—he couldn't handle any of them, not even touch them.

At this age, he had long ceased to hope he could do whatever he wanted, but he really hadn't expected that after becoming President, he had merely swapped for a thicker chain.

He couldn't refuse the bills the plutocrats wanted him to pass, or his approval rating would inexplicably plummet.

He couldn't resist the advice given by the military either, or Air Force One might just explode one day.

If things were quiet at home, he would show off his might internationally, but he hadn't expected the Dragon Country to rise strongly in recent years.

Rising wasn't the problem; the most troublesome thing was that the Dragon Country was a "developed nation crusher," and they also wanted to live the lives of the wealthy.

That was just going too far!

If the Dragon Country is comfortable, what are we in Eagle Country and our underlings supposed to do?

What about the division of labor supply chain we built before?

What about the Eagle Dollar hegemony and the global capital harvesting order?

After suppressing the Dragon Country for a few years, they hadn't managed to kill it, and now, dammit, a Knight Order leader suddenly popped up to challenge the President!

That night, the President roared in anger, vowing that it wouldn't be over until Pan Han was dead!

But now, the opportunity was right before him!

"Come on! Do it! I can do this!" The President came back to his senses, looking at the pistol and Pan Han's head in his sights.

But the next second, another voice came: "You can't shoot; you should kneel to Pan Han! Being a dog isn't shameful."

"It's shameful! It's damn shameful!"

"Who the hell are you acting like a big shot for? You've been doing it for decades."

"No! I am the President now; I can't keep being a dog!"

"Idiot! If you don't act like a dog, you won't be President by the next day. Want to try it?"

"FUCK!"

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

...

"Three!" Two seconds later, Pan Han shouted the third number.

It was all over. The President woke as if from a dream, drenched in sweat, panting as he looked at Pan Han.

The scene just now felt like a dream.

Pan Han didn't give him another chance, immediately snatching back the pistol with a look of utter disdain.

"I gave you a chance, but you're useless!"

"I gave you a chance, but you're useless!"

Pan Han tapped the President's head a few times, feeling a sense of frustration like a parent disappointed in a child.

Of course, even if the President had chosen to shoot, it wouldn't have caused Pan Han any harm.

He just wanted to toy with the President; if he had really dared to shoot, it wouldn't have been as simple as just him dying.

But even so, he still looked down on the President for not daring to shoot.

Is this the world-policing boss who stirs up winds and clouds?

Is this the mastermind who clamored to make the Knight Order fall into internal strife?

Is this the chief culprit who wanted to kill him?

Hmph! Dying at the hands of such a person would be an insult to Pan Han!

At this moment, the President seemed to have had his bones extracted; he slumped on his chair, his stature appearing to shrink significantly.

Pan Han looked at the others and said, "You all saw it. He was the one who didn't shoot. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Everyone held their breath; no one dared to speak, but their gazes toward the President held some degree of disdain.

However, they thought to themselves, would they have dared to shoot?

But then they thought again, it didn't matter; it was best to pin this blame on the President anyway.

All negative consequences that arise in the future would be borne by the President alone.

Isn't this the best outcome?

Who told him to sit in that position?

If you're afraid of taking the blame, why be President?

Seeing the timing was about right, Pan Han continued, "Now I have a small request: kneel to me and call me 'Grandpa.' Then I'll let you and everyone else in this room go."

"How about it? Fair, right!"

Hearing this, the President was like a corpse, motionless, not even blinking an eye.

His mind was now a complete blank.

The President of Eagle Country kneeling to Pan Han and calling him "Grandpa," dammit.

If this got out, how could he ever show his face again?

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds.

The room was silent; Pan Han gave him a full five seconds, but the President remained motionless.

"What's the matter? Mr. President, are you not giving Pan Han this face?" Pan Han, seemingly having anticipated this situation, turned the muzzle of the gun toward the President's temple.

"Mr. President, I'll count to three again. If you still don't kneel, I'll shoot you dead."

After saying this, Pan Han turned his head and shouted, "One!"

The two locked eyes, and the President began to waver.

He knew that being shot dead was already the best possible outcome.

"Two!" Pan Han curled his lip and looked away, preparing to fire, though he paused for an extra second.

Thump! The President knelt down; he had finally broken.

"Grandpa!"

"Hey!"

Pan Han answered readily, pulled out his phone, turned on the camera, and recorded, pointing it right at his face.

The President had completely abandoned his dignity, calling out cooperatively, "Grandpa! I surrender."

Pan Han was very satisfied, nodding to signal him to continue.

"Grandpa, I was wrong! Please spare me and my colleagues in this room."

Pan Han recorded the whole process and played it back in front of everyone present.

It was full of emotion; one had to admit, the President's eloquence was indeed quite good.

If anyone else said it, it wouldn't have any impact, but when he said it, it was just different.