Wang Chen crawled out of the ventilation duct and landed steadily on the floor.
This was a kitchen, extremely spacious, with all manner of automated cooking equipment lining its surroundings.
Every deck of the cruise ship had a large central kitchen that provided passengers with all kinds of meals. Those who wanted to save money could order free fast food from their cabins.
Naturally, the taste could not compare with paid natural organic food.
Thanks to its high degree of automation, it required very few staff. When Wang Chen jumped down, he did not see a single person.
But he did spot surveillance cameras placed in concealed locations.
Ordinary people would not easily notice the existence of these cameras. Benefiting from the keen intuition brought by his powerful Divine Soul, Wang Chen destroyed them all in the shortest possible time.
After dealing with the cameras in the kitchen, Wang Chen left and went outside.
However, he soon returned and opened the door to the cold storage room.
The cold storage room was also extremely large. Inside, prepared meals were piled like mountains, and the temperature was sixty or seventy degrees below zero.
Without specially made thermal clothing, an ordinary person would freeze to death in less than half an hour in this space.
Wang Chen had none either.
But after entering, he shut the cold storage door and burrowed into a pile of food crates.
Curled up in the darkness, his back pressed tightly against the icy, bone-piercing metal wall, Wang Chen closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, forcibly sending his body into a tortoise-breath hibernation state.
Gradually, his breathing became exceptionally faint and prolonged. His heartbeat slowed until it beat only once every several minutes, and the temperature of his body surface converged with that of his surroundings.