After signing and handing over, Lin Beichen sat on a chair, looked at the dim ceiling lamp at the top of the passage, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

At about twelve o'clock, a strong gust of wind blew through and closed the door of Warehouse No. 3.

Lin Beichen did not stand up, but looked at the familiar figure in front of him and stretched out.

"It's you, Cobra." Lin Beichen smiled and said, "I didn't expect Meng Yunfei to ask you to deal with me. We are really enemies!"

"Lin Beichen! You are dead today!"

The Cobra in front of him had a solemn expression, with his hands behind his back, keeping a fairly safe distance from Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen didn't care at all how Cobra and Meng Yunfei got in touch.

"Now that you are here, be prepared to die!"

Cobra drew a soft sword from his back and shook it in the air.

The sound of crashing filled the entire No. 3 warehouse, and the dust on the top of the warehouse fell.

Lin Beichen also frowned. With his spiritual sense and hearing, he could even hear the screams of rats in the pipe.
Chapter completed!