A day passed quickly.
Lin Fan, dejected at Bay Villa, was like a walking corpse.
Though he understood everything, he still felt miserable.
It really felt as if a good friend had stolen his woman.
No matter how often he told himself that Jiang Huaiyue had nothing to do with him, that it was all his own self-deception.
He simply could not get past that hurdle in his heart.
He no longer cared whether the Sea Brake Society was looking for him or not.
After buying a set of clothes outside, he wandered around in a daze all day.
By evening, he found a bar and went inside.
Bars generally opened around five o'clock. When he arrived, there were hardly any people inside.
Lin Fan only wanted to drink himself senseless!
Have a good drink, then let everything start anew the next day.
It would at least give himself an explanation.
He did not actually have much money.
But back when Shen Wuxiao had told him to hide, he had given him two stacks of cash.
More than twenty thousand.
At that demolition building, he had barely spent any of it, only a little over a thousand on supplies.
He still had more than eighteen thousand left.
As a Fifth Rank, Eighth Stage master, making money was something Lin Fan could do in minutes.
But he had no mind for it anymore.
When he got to the bar, he immediately had the waiter bring five cases of beer, seven or eight bottles of baijiu, and red wine.
Perhaps because Lin Fan had spent too long at the border, he did not understand the going rates in some places.
With twenty thousand yuan, how much could one drink at a bar?
At a roadside food stall, it would be enough to