Taking the warehouse

In a courtyard of three buildings, a man in his forties was directing two servants to remove the mourning articles at this time.,Fang Xing felt a surge of joy in his heart: "But I seem to have forgotten many things!",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.。