Taking the warehouse

A maid in green armor ran over with excitement, her face flushed. She was holding a bowl full of beef. Ignoring any gender distinctions, she grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve and pulled him towards the backyard.,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.,"This can't be an illusion, can it" Fang Xing bit down on the anchor again without hesitation.。