Su Fan had always known that his enemies would never give him peace.
But he had adapted to such a life, facing soldiers with generals, water with earth.
As for ordinary times, whatever should be, will be.
Because no matter how anxious or scheming he was, those people would still come to trouble him.
For an enemy like the Liu Sheng clan, whose power was not very strong, he could find a way to wipe them out directly.
But for England's Palleya Castle and the Esoteric Sect's Kutu Temple.
From the intelligence on the dark web, he could not afford to provoke these two forces now.
All he could do was adopt a defensive counterattack.
As long as he didn't leave Yang City, these two forces basically couldn't do much to him.
Su Fan, at this moment, was not focusing his attention on other matters.
Drink a glass of wine before one, what worries can there be from outside?
Moreover, there weren't just one glass of wine before him, but two.
