Zhao Guang arrived at the entrance of the industrial park and saw people standing guard at the gate.
They were not directly by the entrance, but behind some covers, holding guns in their hands. Such an industrial park was not serious at all. Zhao Guang thought to himself as he entered through the main gate.
"How can someone just walk in like that? Are they one of our clients?"
On a building three stories tall, a man meticulously grooming his beard watched Zhao Guang enter the industrial park with curiosity.
"I don't recognize him. He's not one of our major clients. He might be a regular customer."
"Have someone bring him over for me to have a look," the supervisor instructed his subordinate.
"Understood, Supervisor Ora." The subordinate saluted and then jogged out. The way he moved, anyone would think he was military, not at all like a regular person.
A moment later, Zhao Guang noticed someone approaching him.
