Looking at Master Fox standing atop the car, holding a rectangular box high above him, even with a saddlebag slung across his chest, Wang Ya's gaze was fixed on his bell.
Despite Wang Ya's efforts to resist, the bell was like a hypnotist's pendulum, or perhaps a black hole swirling, firmly attracting all of Wang Ya's attention.
Further down, you could see Master Fox's meticulously trimmed nails and toes resembling garlic cloves.
The fur on Fox's small paws was as meticulously refined as grains at the tips.
Wang Ya dared not even imagine how soft it would be if Master Fox were to kick his face.
"Factory? What's building what factory?"
Originally scanning the chemical plant, Ansheng was stunned when he heard what Wang Ya said.
Someone... built a factory on that grave?
How could a factory be built there? Previously, Wang Ya had explicitly stated that the ruins had surfaced above the ground, which led to Wang Ya's car crash.
