The following day.
At nine in the morning.
Song Guanchao had changed into sportswear and was wearing a face mask and a baseball cap.
When he arrived at the parking lot, he saw a group of about twenty people standing neatly in four rows.
These men were all over six feet tall, sporting crew cuts, dressed in TRU tactical pants, TAD shark skin softshell jackets, Oakley combat boots, ROTHCO baseball caps, dark sunglasses, and were wearing miniature high-definition earpieces around their collars.
Their hands were clasped behind their backs, standing tall and straight, their attire was as professional as it gets, at first glance, one might think they were international mercenaries.
Liu Lanzi also stood at about five foot seven, but she looked fragile in front of them.
"There might be unexpected situations on the road later, everyone be prepared."
Liu Lanzi didn't bother with pleasantries, just gave a few instructions before telling them to get in the vehicles.