Taking the warehouse

"Oh! There's a ghost, run!" The first to notice the anomaly, he bolted in the opposite direction with an agility that belied his portly physique.,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.,On the desk in his office sat a cup of coffee. As soon as he reached for it, the coffee was hot.。