She was truly delicate and soft, but she didn't lack the confidence etched into her bones in the slightest.
Several bodyguards wanted to step forward to ask Lin Jianwei to leave, but those two assistants didn't back down.
After stepping forward and saying a few words, the expressions of the several people instantly became somewhat troubled.
However, seeing that Lin Jianwei really didn't pick up her phone to take pictures, they could only stand aside and quietly keep a close eye on her.
Lin Jianwei watched the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window with great interest.
Pointing at Mario, who was walking in front wearing a white suit and sunglasses, she asked, "Who is that person?"
One of the female assistants immediately walked over.
"Miss, the one in the white suit is Mario, the boss of Hengcheng Security Company. The others standing next to the maybachs are senior executives of Hengcheng Group. On the surface, their company deals in investment and security, but in reality, they control almost all the underground forces in Tyrande. Their momentum this year is very strong..."
"Mario?" Lin Jianwei said with some surprise.
Then she took another serious look at the scale of the scene.
"Then who are they waiting for today?"
Seeing the assistant shake her head, Lin Jianwei didn't ask further.
She picked up her coffee, took a slow sip, and leisurely scanned the situation at the airport.
One must know that as the absolute ruler of Thailand's underground forces, Mario was usually incredibly arrogant. Let alone coming to the airport in person to pick someone up, even Thai government officials had to make an appointment in advance to see him.
But this time, not only did he show up in person, he also brought the entire core strength of Thailand's underground circles.
The bodyguards standing on the scene were clearly top-tier experts selected from all over Southeast Asia.
These people all had blood on their hands.
Their aura was more than just a little bit different from the airport security personnel.
They stood beside the maybachs with intimidating auras, ready for anything.
Seeing the airport security chief standing aside covered in a cold sweat, not even daring to breathe loudly, one could tell how much pressure they were under.
A few minutes later, a private jet landed slowly.
As the roar of the propellers gradually subsided, Lin Jianwei's gaze fixed on the letter logo on the plane.
"JIANG".
The moment she saw those letters, her eyes blinked almost imperceptibly.
The slightly aggressive face of Jiang Cheng instantly flashed through her mind.
At this moment, Lin Jianwei didn't even have the heart to drink her coffee.
Her eyes were fixed on the cabin door.
Soon, the cabin door slowly opened, and the air stairs were lowered smoothly.
Jiang Cheng was the first to walk down, wearing casual clothes.
Behind him, Kun Dui was in a black tight-fitting outfit; although his hand was in a cast, his posture was as upright as a pine tree.
Following closely behind were Wang Sheng and the rest of the Security Squad, as well as Kun Dui's trusted guards.
As Jiang Cheng walked down the stairs, he took a quick, simple glance.
There were more than ten times as many people standing on the tarmac as those Jiang Cheng had brought.
There was no tedious welcoming ceremony, yet a crushing level of pomp was evident everywhere:
Standing at the very front of the maybach fleet was, naturally, Mario.
Standing behind him were likely all the core leaders of Thailand's underground circles.
More than twenty people in total, all standing with bowed heads and respectful expressions; not a single person dared to look Jiang Cheng directly in the eye.
Seeing Jiang Cheng descend, Mario immediately stepped forward quickly, opening his arms, looking as excited as if he were seeing a relative: "Jiang! I've finally been waiting for you!"
He kept his posture extremely low, without a hint of his usual big boss air.
It wasn't deliberate flattery, but recognition from the heart.
After all, the Northern Myanmar forces in Jiang Cheng's hands, combined with his shares in Hengcheng, already gave him the strength to stand on equal footing with him.
And this time, with the two of them joining forces to integrate the Myanmar-Thai forces, Jiang Cheng would be his most solid backing.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward and gave Mario a heavy hug, his tone relaxed: "Quite a big show. Are you showing me all your cards?"
"Of course..." Mario laughed and pointed at the people behind him. "These are all senior executives of Hengcheng Investment, the heads of Hengcheng Security, the spokesmen for the underground forces of various districts in Bangkok, and even armed leaders from the Northern Thailand border. We are brothers, what's mine is yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, the twenty-odd underground leaders behind Mario bowed in unison, their voices loud enough to make the tarmac tremble slightly: "Mr. Jiang!"
Jiang Cheng glanced casually at the surroundings, at the Hengcheng executives, underground leaders, and armed commanders standing by the maybachs...
Everyone bowed, not daring to look up.
But in the glances they stole at Jiang Cheng, it clearly said: This is their second-largest shareholder? So young?
Some even grumbled inwardly: He looks a bit too soft, like an ordinary college student.
Although Jiang Cheng was chatting casually with Mario, he was also sensing the thoughts of these people.
Seeing their state of mind, he lightly shifted his steps and slowly walked toward them.
Jiang Cheng didn't speak; he just watched.
Watching their positioning, their eyes, seeing who was sizing him up, who was avoiding him, and who was hiding other intentions.
Among the twenty-odd underground leaders, some were battle-hardened, some had blood on their hands, and some had been struggling in Thailand's underground circles for decades.
But when Jiang Cheng's calm, almost indifferent gaze swept over them, everyone felt an indescribable chill.
But at that very moment—
"Ding."
[System detected that the host is in a state of "Mental Deterrence"—]
[Detected host activity: Currently applying Mental Suppression to the target group using the "Sit Like a Divine Bell (Elementary)" skill...]
[Detected special variable: The host's state of mind has undergone a significant change recently (taking another's life for the first time, completing the "Awakening of Killing Intent"), and a new energy fluctuation has been generated within the body—"Embryonic Form of Killing Intent."]
[Detected deep resonance between this energy fluctuation and the "Divine Bell" skill—]
[Judgment: Skill evolution conditions met.]
["Sit Like a Divine Bell (Elementary)" → "Sit Like a Divine Bell (Intermediate)" evolving...]
Jiang Cheng hadn't expected this thing could actually evolve.
It all happened too fast.
That young leader who had curled his lip suddenly felt something indescribable pressing down hard from above.
It was as if an invisible bell had descended from the sky, silently covering him.
The walls of the bell were heavy, its body solemn. There was no chime, but that heavy sense of weight was so real it made his knees go weak.
He instinctively looked up and saw Jiang Cheng's eyes.
Instantly, in the depths of those calm, almost indifferent eyes, he saw a pool of stagnant water.
And beneath that stagnant water, a dragon was hidden.
A dragon that had just opened its eyes, still slumbering, yet ready to overturn the seas at any moment.
With just that one glance, an overwhelming, knife-like killing intent rushed toward him.
That killing intent was hidden in Jiang Cheng's calm gaze, like ink dropping into clear water, silently spreading; by the time you noticed, the entire glass of water had changed color.
The young leader's pupils constricted sharply.
He had killed people in his life.
He had also seen people kill.
But he had never felt anything like this.
This wasn't the aura a "tough guy who had killed" should have.
This was someone... who had just finished killing and hadn't had time to digest that feeling yet.
Someone who swallowed that chaos, that weight, and that chill seeping from their bones into their stomach and suppressed it in their heart.
The killing intent had not vanished, yet it had already settled.
The bloodlust had not dissipated, yet it had already solidified.
This kind of person was more terrifying than those assassins covered in killing intent.
Because you couldn't see his blade.
You could only feel that the blade must be very fast.
His knees buckled uncontrollably, almost instinctively wanting to kneel.
Fortunately, the bodyguard behind him was quick-witted and gave him a subtle support, allowing him to barely steady himself.
Although he didn't kneel, his back was quietly drenched in sweat.