Taking the warehouse

On Fang Xing's right arm, a very noticeable anchor pattern stood out. Fang Xing’s eyes narrowed, and he took a bite out of it.,Gradually waking up, I found myself in a vast space filled with things. Rows upon rows of warehouses, stacks of containers...,This is a refrigerated storage room, with white mist hanging in the air. Large chunks of beef are neatly stacked inside.。