It wasn't just him.
The South District leader in his early forties in the front row was also dripping with cold sweat at this moment.
Several people were secretly telling themselves in their hearts.
Hold it together, hold it together.
But their hands still couldn't help but tremble slightly.
[Divine Bell evolution complete—]
[Original Effect: Divine Bell (Beginner) — Release mental pressure through the eyes to intimidate single or multiple targets.]
[New Effect: Divine Bell (Intermediate) — The Bell Tolls, the Momentum Forms.]
[Skill Description:]
[1. Field of Momentum: An invisible mental field naturally forms around the host's body. Without needing intentional release, it can exert instinctual suppression on surrounding creatures. Within the field's range, targets will directly perceive the host's "dangerousness." Those with weak mental will may experience reactions such as fear, submission, or daze.]
[2. Killing Intent Resonance: The "Killing Intent Embryo" awakened after the host's first kill has deeply fused with the Divine Bell. When the host is in a state of confrontation, scrutiny, or emotional fluctuation, the Divine Bell will automatically convert the killing intent into mental "Lingering Bell Echoes," exerting a deeper level of pressure on the target. This effect cannot be resisted by ordinary willpower.]
[3. Bell Toll Warning (New): When the host faces mortal danger, the Divine Bell will automatically toll 3 seconds before the danger occurs, providing a warning for the host.]
[System Note: The bell tolls for the first time; the momentum is formed, but the form is not yet complete. host's current realm — Entering the Dao through killing, carrying momentum through the bell. As long as the killing intent does not dissipate, the bell toll will not stop.]
Jiang Cheng blinked.
From the moment the system notification sounded to the completion of the skill evolution, it took less than three seconds.
Three seconds.
More than twenty core leaders of Thailand's underground circles all lowered their heads.
It wasn't a ceremonial bow.
It was the most instinctive submission of the body in the face of fear.
This was their second-largest shareholder?
This was clearly... a beast in human skin.
The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up slowly: "I was delayed a bit on the way, sorry to keep you all waiting."
His voice wasn't loud, and even carried a hint of casualness.
But hearing it now, none of those twenty-odd leaders dared to harbor any more thoughts of contempt.
"It's our duty!"
This response was ten times more orderly and ten times more devout than before.
Mario stood by Jiang Cheng's side, taking it all in.
It was also his first time seeing such a scene.
More than twenty figures who called the shots in Thailand's underground circles were all silenced like cicadas in winter just by a young man's "glance."
Seeing this, his Adam's apple couldn't help but bob.
Mario took a deep breath, suppressing the slight tremor in his heart that even he hadn't noticed, and stepped aside to make a gesture of invitation.
"Jiang, the cars are all arranged. Let's go to the hotel to rest first. Tonight, I've already made an appointment with the big shots from Indonesia, along with all the core figures of our Thailand underground circles, to have dinner together—firstly, to formally integrate the forces of Myanmar and Thailand and publicly announce our division of labor; secondly, to settle the Indonesia TikTok matter once and for all."
Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze, his face still maintaining that indifferent expression as if nothing had happened just now.
"Mhm."
He gave a response and turned to walk toward the maybach.
At the moment he turned around.
His gaze inadvertently swept over Kun Dui, who was half a step behind him.
It really was just a very casual glance.
It couldn't even be called "looking."
He just turned around, and his vision brushed past Kun Dui like wind blowing over a lake, not even causing a ripple.
But with just that sweep—
Kun Dui's knees went weak.
At that moment, Kun Dui felt an invisible force pouring down from the top of his head, like an invisible bell descending from the sky, silently enveloping him.
His knees bent uncontrollably.
Just for a moment, an imperceptible moment, like a bowstring being lightly plucked, it trembled and then was forced back into place.
Kun Dui's muscles tightened almost at the same instant.
He gritted his teeth, his back ramrod straight, with a cast hanging from his chest, standing like a tree bent by a storm but refusing to fall.
He held steady.
He didn't kneel.
But his back was already soaked.
Jiang Cheng's pressure this time was clearly even stronger than that night.
He acknowledged Jiang Cheng as his boss and handed over his three hundred-plus men and thirty percent of Northern Myanmar's underground forces to this young man, largely because of the system.
Another part of the reason was Jiang Cheng's background.
His attitude toward Jiang Cheng was one of loyalty where he could give his life, but it was respect without fear.
But now, Kun Dui was suddenly unsure...
Soon, twenty maybachs started up in sequence.
The engine sounds were low and orderly, like the breathing of a waking giant beast.
The motorcade slowly drove out of the tarmac. Airport staff and travelers along the way stopped to stare, but no one dared to approach.
After the motorcade left, the VIP waiting room became quiet again.
The bodyguards and assistants clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
The leading female assistant wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. When she turned to look at Lin Jianwei, her tone carried a sense of relief as if she had survived a disaster: "Miss, they've gone."
Lin Jianwei didn't respond.
She still sat on the sofa, her finger lightly resting on the rim of the coffee cup, her fingertip rubbing the wall of the cup rhythmically.
Her gaze followed the receding motorcade until the last maybach disappeared at the end of her vision.
"Miss?" the female assistant called again.
Lin Jianwei came back to her senses and blinked, the composure of a young lady from a prestigious family returning appropriately to her face.
She set down the coffee cup, glanced down at her watch, and said softly, "When does the plane take off?"
Another assistant immediately checked the itinerary and said respectfully, "Miss, there are still forty minutes. If we go through security now, the timing will be just right."
Lin Jianwei nodded but showed no intention of getting up.
The two assistants looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.
"Miss?" the female assistant asked tentatively. "Are we ready to depart?"
Lin Jianwei looked up, and those soft eyes now revealed a rare stubbornness.
"Cancel the flight for me."