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.,...and in a place he couldn't see, there was also a warehouse and containers stacked high. Those blocky characters displayed where they came from…。
