The atmosphere was heavy with tension, every thread pulled taut by Jin's words alone, as if a spark could set off an explosion within the room's confines.
Teng Ma, momentarily stunned by Jin's assertiveness, gradually regained his composure amidst the charged silence.
"Disperse," Teng Ma's voice cut through the air, surprisingly calm and even, as he surveyed his men positioned like an iron ring around Jin.
Faces marked with reluctance, their eyes peeled away from Jin, and the weapons they had held firmly moments ago fell to their sides.
One by one, they filed out of the room, their steps heavy with uncertainty and the weight of unspoken tension.
Jin remained, his Blood Rifle unwaveringly trained on Teng Ma. For those who observed closely, his once blazing intensity had mellowed, replaced by an eerie sense of calm.
