By the end, a thin wisp of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.
At that moment, a large group of people appeared on the previously deserted beach.
They were fully armed, each carrying various firearms, with the dark muzzles aimed at Shen Zhou's side as they slowly advanced in a semi-encircling formation.
A hundred meters away on the terrace was the guy wearing sunglasses, none other than Sun Changsheng.
He took off his sunglasses and watched everything unfold with a cold gaze, his face displaying a mocking smile as he looked at Shen Zhou and the others like a big cat eyeing a group of mice.
He beckoned to his side, and immediately two beauties approached.
One carried a hefty backpack, which also had a jetpipe attached.
The other beauty was holding some components.
They swiftly hung the backpack on Sun Changsheng's back, secured the safety straps, and installed the relevant components. In no time at all, everything was in place.
