In August, bonfires blazed on the waterfront. Several large ships were docked there, and trucks, like industrious bees, ferried cargo from the vast warehouses to the vessels.,The middle-aged man, excited, rushed to help Fang Xing up and said, "Master, you've been in a daze for three years, of course you would be dizzy!",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.。