Greg Jensen surveyed the surroundings with a formidable gaze, his killing intent fully unleashed, as the Light Darts in his hand seemed ready to spring to action at any moment.
As a result, none of the members from the various chambers of commerce dared to make a rash move, for any slight misstep might bring catastrophe upon them.
Among them, a Level Eight powerhouse whispered from the back:
"Mr. Naisbitt, I can't see through this person's strength. If we forcefully make a move, we will definitely be at a disadvantage! If I'm not guessing wrong, his strength is already infinitely close to Level Nine!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Naisbitt was so surprised that he almost exclaimed aloud.
Clearly, he had never imagined that the seemingly ordinary young man before him possessed such unfathomable strength!
For a moment, both parties were at a stalemate, the atmosphere extremely awkward.
