On the screen, Xue Lingqiao had just arrived at the door of warehouse No. 33.

The man glanced back, immediately stopped what he was doing, and watched Xue Lingqiao's every move.

Xue Lingqiao looked at the number 33 on the iron door. The red paint on it had peeled off and faded. With a light push, the warehouse door opened. He frowned and walked in quickly. A gleam of light from the skylight fell directly on top of his head, and Xue Lingqiao held his breath to feel Tian Jingzhi's existence. The source of his heartbeat was a hidden cold storage in the south corner. He knew it was a trap. Xue Lingqiao is not tired of living, but he is sure that someone is inside, he must go, if he does not go, then Tian Jingzhi will definitely die.