Of the three of them, he was the only one with any brains at all.
What should I do?
After agonizing for only half a minute or so, Yang Yong immediately cut off those tangled thoughts.
Knowing himself and his enemy was the key to never losing a battle.
Right now, Yang Yong knew very little about the scene before him, which was probably an illusion.
I'll gather some information first.
Yang Yong carefully examined what he was wearing...
He seemed to be dressed as a construction laborer.
Cosplay?
Fine.
With this sort of role-playing scenario, at least people wouldn't start demanding his death right away. It had its pros and cons.
Yang Yong walked forward.
At that moment, a woman in her twenties holding a notebook saw Yang Yong approach and immediately called out to him, "You're here!
What took you so long?
They're almost finished moving everything. Hurry inside!"
The woman seemed to recognize the face Yang Yong currently wore and immediately began bombarding him.
Yang Yong still had no idea what was going on. Since he hadn't figured out the situation here, he naturally couldn't get into a confrontation with her. Instead, he obediently entered the warehouse to move supplies.
Yes.
It was Warehouse No. 12.
Yang Yong had never entered it in the outside world, so naturally, he didn't know what exactly was inside Warehouse No. 12.
Now, like a curious child, he followed everyone into the warehouse.
Then, to his surprise, he discovered...
Everything in this warehouse was some kind of cooked meat product.
Duck legs, chicken feet, and the like, stacked high in box after box.
Workers were using a forklift to lower the towering stacks of cartons. Once they were down, laborers like him stepped forward, each taking a box and carrying it