C401 The great enemy is about to arrive

It was 10 o'clock in the evening. On a deserted beach near the sea, there were several Mercedes-Benz cars parked in a brightly lit area.

Zuo Huaqiang stood on the beach with his hands behind his back, looking at the pitch-black sea surface in the distance, and the salty ocean breeze blowing towards him.

Beside him, other than the dozen or so elite black-clothed thugs