The Western World, Luocheng.
Xu Fan, feeling completely at ease, walked leisurely out of the airport.
Chu Le'er was good in every way, except there wasn't much to praise. Every time Xu Fan was with that woman, there was an inexplicable pressure, and he always had to endure humiliation. It was unavoidable; the disparity in strength was too great, so he could only endure it silently.
But now, having finally escaped the shadow of that woman, Xu Fan felt the air was especially sweet. Even the foreigners around him, who usually didn't match his aesthetic, seemed cute.
"First step, let's have a chat with the Dark Forces..."
On the plane, Xu Fan had already made a detailed plan. Regardless of everything, since he had come to the West, he intended to topple the leading force of the Western World, the Dark Forces.
As for Chu Le'er's advice to act low-key, Xu Fan had long discarded it.
Low-key? That's not my style!
