There seemed to be voices talking behind the door.,The piercing sound was drowned out by the torrential rain. The factory, abandoned for over half a year, naturally had no power. A few beams of light from flashlights shone through the gaps in the door. Yu Xing's arrival was noticed by several people not far from the door, who all stopped talking and turned to look at him.,A few seconds later, he turned his head, a standard smile appearing on his round face: "Not cold."。