Port Number One is a cargo port where containers are stacked as tall as skyscrapers, suffocatingly dense and neatly arranged.
Huo Wen'an, with a pencil case bag on his shoulder and a cane in his hand, stood at the dockside, staring at the containers overhead for a moment.
Zheng Qin had long lost his luggage in the barrier seas on the way to the Divine Martial Realm. Now, not a single coin could be found on him, and he was starving.
"Pilot." Zheng Qin smacked his tasteless lips and asked, blushing, "Where can we get some food? Can we find something to eat first? I'm really hungry."
He touched his stomach, pulling a face, and complained, "What they eat on that ship is really something else. It's nutrient every day, which is the same taste. The cat strips I bought for the cat in our dorm even come in different flavors. Their nutrient is just one flavor, I'm really about to throw up."
