62: It's you?

After seeing Wei Monk off, Cheng Xiao arrived.

This girl is especially clingy to Pan Han now. She drills into his room whenever she has time, and Pan Han reciprocates, trying his best to drill back.

However, this time, Cheng Xiao's expression was very serious, and she stammered.

Seeing her like this, Pan Han knew she had something to say.

"Is there something you want to ask me?" Pan Han made a space for her and pulled her down to sit.

"Yes, but I don't know how to start."

"Hey, just ask directly. I'll tell you what I can."

"Then I'm asking!" Cheng Xiao's eyes sparkled as she looked at Pan Han.

Pan Han saw that she was about to ask something very important, so he straightened his clothes and stood up straighter.

"Go ahead and ask."

"When I rescued you from the restroom, at first I just cried. But before I left, I glanced inside and saw that the water pipes were twisted, and the ceramic sink was shattered. Yet you were completely unharmed. Logically, a primary evolver like us shouldn't have such a tough body. How did you manage to be completely unscathed?"

"Also, you always appear suddenly and disappear suddenly. This is very abnormal. How exactly do you do it?"

Cheng Xiao blurted out all the questions in her heart, then stared intently at Pan Han.

Pan Han was evaluating whether to tell the truth. Although he now had deep trust with Dawn Squad, as a person, he still needed to keep his last secret, otherwise it might become a weakness for himself and his team one day.

Finally, he decided to tell a half-truth. He wouldn't mention a single word about his own world.

"Since you asked directly, I'll be a bit more frank," Pan Han slowly uttered.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiao quickly sat up straight, not daring to breathe.

"Actually, after I woke up, I discovered I had the ability to teleport. The moment of the explosion, I teleported away!" Pan Han said calmly.

"Oh my! No wonder."

Actually, she had suspected Pan Han could teleport before, and now that it came from him, she completely believed it.

"Then where do you teleport to?"

"I don't know. Every time I teleport to a very large warehouse. But I've never explored the boundaries of the warehouse. In short, it's very large." Pan Han decided to make the lie sound more realistic.

"There's such a large warehouse in our world??"

"I don't know if it's in our world! After I teleport there, I've never been able to get out." Pan Han shrugged, indicating he had no solution either.

"Ah? What's in that warehouse? Is it all food?"

"Pretty much. I haven't seen many weapons, anyway."

"So, does this mean our Dawn Base will have an infinite supply of resources in the future?" Cheng Xiao's first reaction after realizing this was a secret delight.

"Not necessarily. This warehouse seems to have artificial intelligence. I have to exchange pre-apocalypse gold, jewelry, and other things with it. It gave me a list, and everything on it can be exchanged for supplies."

Pan Han felt a little flustered inside. Once you tell a lie, you need a hundred more to cover it up.

"Oh my! It sounds like a warehouse built by aliens, so advanced." Cheng Xiao was somewhat incredulous.

"So, there's a reason I always ask you to find gold. You'd better look hard tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, even without the warehouse, whatever you need, we'll do our best to find it." Cheng Xiao patted Pan Han's shoulder.

"Mm, for the Dawn Base, everyone, keep up the good work!"

Pan Han didn't want to make up any more stories; he was already sweating.

"Okay, boss, you should rest then. I'll leave now." Cheng Xiao stood up, intending to leave.

"Don't go! For the Dawn Base, why don't you rest with me a bit longer?"

...

The two rested until dinner time.

Pan Han ate a simple meal, then bid farewell to everyone. He was going to cross back to his own world to take care of some business.

He needed to quickly find Wang Cheng to see if his connection worked, and if so, sell all the gold. Then he'd find Wang Doudou and give her the potion to treat her illness.

He estimated that by the time these two things were done, Yan Xiaoli should be back. At that point, he'd have to think about setting up a film and television media company and starting his own business.

Returning to his own room, it was night here too. Pan Han showered and then went to sleep.

Even though he had evolved, too much had happened today, and he was utterly exhausted, sleeping straight until ten o'clock the next morning.

With great effort, Pan Han opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. Scenes of annihilating the Iron Gang flashed through his mind like a movie.

Especially when he ran through the square, the ground covered in dismembered limbs was like hell.

Who would be the next Iron Gang? Would it be Z Tower, or Dawn Base itself? Or perhaps, such things were happening every day in the apocalypse?

Pan Han thought a lot, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

After multiple crossings, his mindset had undergone some subtle changes. He now felt a sense of detachment when looking at his own world, as if he were observing himself and those around him from a god's-eye view. It was like a game, and he was responsible for planning and operating.

Every person he met was an NPC arranged for him by the system.

Thinking of this, his mood suddenly became relaxed and incredibly clear, as if he had seen through everything in the world.

Pan Han felt an irrepressible joy welling up from within, emanating outwards, so excited that he jumped off the bed, then jumped back on, repeating the motion. It was like Sun Wukong, feeling a sweet delight in his heart when he heard Zhenyuan Immortal preach.

"Since that's the case, then let me play in the human world! Wang Cheng, I'm coming!" Pan Han happily opened his phone and sent Wang Cheng a WeChat message, arranging the time and place.

As soon as Wang Cheng received the WeChat message, he immediately replied, "No problem!"

Of course, if this deal went through, Pan Han was giving him 2 million yuan.

Pan Han went downstairs, first rented an SUV, then moved out about 300 kilograms of gold, and followed the location Wang Cheng gave him, heading straight for a winery in the distant suburbs.

This winery was itself a large estate. Driving from the entrance to the winery villa would take at least 300 meters.

Pan Han looked at the estate and couldn't help but marvel, rich people really knew how to have fun. It occupied such a large area, let alone driving, even flying a helicopter wouldn't be a problem.

Wang Cheng was already waiting for Pan Han at the villa entrance. When the car stopped steadily,

Wang Cheng scurried over and opened the car door for Pan Han.

"President Pan, you're here!" Wang Cheng's face was beaming. This wasn't just opening the door for Pan Han; it was clearly opening the door for the God of Wealth!

"Mm. Has the other party arrived?" Pan Han nodded to him, showing no emotion.

"This estate is their property, but the behind-the-scenes boss certainly won't come. The one coming today is responsible for the specific operations; we all call him Uncle Cheng," Wang Cheng quickly explained.

"Uncle Cheng?" Pan Han frowned.

"Yes, he's responsible for handling various matters for the boss. However, today's transaction amount is also his minimum appearance fee. For anything less than 100 million, Uncle Cheng doesn't even need to show up."

"Wang Cheng, is this connection you found safe? If anything goes wrong, I guarantee you'll disappear from the face of the earth, and no one will find you." Pan Han glanced at the few corpses lying in his space. He hadn't disposed of them in the apocalypse after the last time.

"Oh, my President Pan. I'm a person who fears poverty more than death. As long as you let me make money, I'm your dog. You can rest assured," Wang Cheng said very sincerely.

"You're quite a talent, kid." Pan Han thought to himself, if Wang Cheng were to cross into the apocalypse, he'd probably cause quite a stir; he seemed very suited for that kind of life.

"Hehe! Please come in, President Pan." Seeing Pan Han's tone begin to relax, Wang Cheng immediately chuckled and led him into the villa.

In the villa living room, a man in his fifties, impeccably dressed in a suit, sat on the sofa, waiting for Pan Han.

When he saw Pan Han, his eyes narrowed involuntarily: "So the President Pan Wang Cheng spoke of is you, Pan Han!"