The Winchester brothers, who had traveled far and wide, could be considered well-traveled and knowledgeable.
According to Su Fan’s plan, the success rate was indeed very high.
Su Fan took a deep breath, then spoke softly.
“This is just a tactic leftover from politicians, nothing too serious.”
The plan sounded feasible, but implementing it would require an extensive network of connections.
However, Su Fan wasn’t worried about that.
This world wasn’t without supernatural beings.
Since they hadn’t directly exposed themselves to the public eye, it meant they intended to hide their existence.
After an incident like this, it was estimated that someone would show up soon to help handle things.
When it came to unstable elements, organizations like that generally had only two choices.
Either they would unhesitatingly punish, warn, or even eliminate them, or they would extend an olive branch, showing goodwill to recruit them.
Based on these two different attitudes, one could roughly gauge the strength of the supernatural organization.
As things stood, the second possibility seemed more likely.
The way of heaven is to diminish the surplus and supplement the deficiency; the way of man is to diminish the deficient and offer to the surplus.
Wealth flows to those who already have money, making them even richer.
People also tend to focus on the already adored handsome men and beautiful women, throwing themselves at them like moths to a flame.
If Su Fan were just a psychic medium blatantly demonstrating his abilities on television, he would likely be quickly branded a heretic and targeted.
But now, facing a ruins spanning several kilometers, even if someone wanted to become Su Fan’s enemy, they would have to consider whether they had the strength to do so.
However, Su Fan didn’t intend to owe any favors to people he had never met before.
Too many people owed him favors; these others weren’t needed.
“You heard what I said just now?”
Su Fan’s gaze turned to Ron, who was off to the side.
“Yes, I heard clearly.”
Ron nodded.
Dealing with the numerous affairs of the Mayfair family had been overwhelming for her, but it had also broadened her horizons and sharpened her abilities.
She knew very well who should be responsible for this kind of aftermath work.
Su Fan glanced at Ron, then closed his eyes.
She had grown a bit, at least; she was no longer the silly, clueless doctor she was before.
Very good.
The Mayfair family had considerable connections in political circles, with strong ties to many political families, including the once-prominent Kennedy family.
Yes, that’s the family that produced the infamous “JFK” – the one known for his open-minded approach, you could say.
The power of the Mayfair family, which had endured for centuries, was far greater than Ron, the current head, could imagine.
She would gradually come to understand just what kind of colossal entity she had taken over.
He had said what needed to be said, so Su Fan didn’t elaborate further. He closed his eyes to tend to his injuries.
Before long, the vehicles dispatched by the police department arrived at the scene.
The moment the numerous technical personnel got out of their cars, they were greeted by the sight of continuous rubble stretching out before them, as if a bombing had taken place.
They were all dumbfounded, completely at a loss.
What the hell happened?!
Weren’t they told it was just some fanatical cult members causing trouble? How did it turn into such a massive scene?
Had the Soviet Union resurrected and launched an attack?
“Ahem… don’t ask too many questions. Just do your jobs properly.”
Karl stepped forward, coughed twice, and patted the lead person on the shoulder.
The accompanying personnel immediately understood the hint and silently began focusing on their assigned tasks without a word.
“The car is here. Where are we going? A hospital?”
Sam asked.
“No need. These injuries are nothing. Just head back to the antique shop.”
Su Fan opened his eyes and spoke softly, a hint of weakness still in his voice.
“Dude, your injuries don’t seem as minor as you’re letting on. We all saw you spewing blood in the air. Are you sure you don’t need to go to a hospital?”
Dean didn’t hide his concern for Su Fan’s condition.
“If he says it’s not necessary, then it’s not necessary… I trust Master Su knows his own physical condition better than we do.”
Ron, sensing that Su Fan hadn’t fully recovered yet and wanting to save him from having to explain further, spoke up.
“Alright then.”
Sam shrugged helplessly, stood up, and dusted himself off. Dean did the same.
An injured person, of course, couldn’t walk on their own. Su Fan had mentioned earlier being carried, after all.
The police detective and Karl were busy, so the task naturally fell to the brothers’ shoulders.
But what no one expected was that Ron stepped forward and lifted Su Fan into her arms before either of them could.
Dean and Sam exchanged glances, then very synchronously shrugged and spread their hands at Su Fan.
Dean, in particular, looked like he was about to burst out laughing, and even sneakily gave Su Fan a thumbs-up.
Su Fan, who had shown little reaction even during the fight earlier, now wore an expression of surprise.
He had carried women more than once, but this was the first time he had been carried by one.
The experience was truly novel, and Su Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit peculiar.
Ron was a little over 170 centimeters tall, over ten centimeters shorter than Su Fan, but she carried him steadily.
In the Western magical system, wizards and witches were essentially glass cannons.
There were almost no spells that could enhance one’s physical strength or toughness.
The fact that Ron could do this suggested she probably had a habit of going to the gym in her spare time.
Su Fan thought to himself, didn’t make a fuss or struggle, and as usual, closed his eyes to recover.
Opening his eyes wouldn’t show him much anyway; his vision was already completely blocked.
Seeing that Su Fan had no objection, Ron felt a hint of secret joy rise in her heart, and a smile unconsciously tugged at her lips.
However, she quickly suppressed the smile and reverted to her previous expression.
And so, Su Fan was steadily carried into the car, under the envious gazes of many.
A police detective who had been nearby ran over and placed the recovered long sword beside Su Fan.
“This car was specially assigned by the chief for the Mayfair family head. Just drive Su directly to the antique shop.”
Ron nodded from the driver’s seat and started the car, heading out of the community.
She drove slowly, carefully choosing roads with flat surfaces.
Her blue eyes would occasionally glance at Su Fan in the rearview mirror to confirm he was doing alright.
“What about your uncle’s matter? Has it been resolved?”
Su Fan lay on the back seat, speaking calmly.
“Yes. He’s in prison, and his daughter inherited the assets.”
Ron’s expression became quite complex at Su Fan’s question.
After Su Fan left, she had immediately begun investigating her biological mother’s death.
She’d had help from Sip, of course.
Through Sip’s investigation, Ron had uncovered a terrifying truth.
It wasn’t just her biological mother’s fate; her own life had been part of Cortland’s plan all along.
There were many intricate details that couldn’t be gone into, but the information had been incredibly heavy for Ron.
Su Fan remained silent.
In the end, Ron had still spared the man’s life.
But for Cortland, being in prison was no different from being dead.
After that, Ron explained why she had appeared here.
Realizing she could use her abilities to help people, Ron had consciously started developing her psychic powers.
Until one day, she had a premonition that Su Fan might encounter danger.
However, by the time her plane landed and she made the call, Su Fan had already left the shop.
The person who answered the phone instead was Dean and Sam, who had been stopped by Elise and were waiting in the antique shop.
