The "Ten Rings" in the Ten Rings' name referred to the ten magic rings on the Mandarin's hands.
The ring on his left ring finger, set with a dazzling sapphire, could control minds and create illusions.
However, its mind-control ability had many limitations. First, there was a limit to how many people it could control. Second, the control wasn't permanent. Once someone moved a certain distance away from the Mandarin or experienced an external stimulus, they would regain their senses.
Besides that, people with strong wills or exceptional mental strength could resist the ring's mind control.
Clearly, neither Killian nor his subordinates were strong enough to resist the power of the Mandarin's Magic Rings.
Under the ring's control, Killian revealed his entire plan.
"A fine plan."
After listening to Killian's account, the Mandarin lightly clapped his hands.
"Unfortunately, it doesn't suit me."
As mentioned earlier, the mind control would fail beyond a certain distance. Confident in his own strength and hoping to avoid attracting attention, the Mandarin had come to see Killian alone. He simply didn't have the manpower to carry out a plan to kidnap the president.
Besides, even if Killian's plan succeeded, it certainly wouldn't last. The Mandarin didn't believe Killian could secretly control the president of America without giving himself away. Even he couldn't pull off something like that.
Compared with an absolute moron like Killian, the Mandarin knew a little more about how the world really worked. If you went too far, those departments responsible for special cases would come crawling out of who knew what corner and teach you a lesson with the fists of love and justice.
At that thought, the Mandarin unconsciously rubbed his ribs.
"Hand over your A.I.M. to me first."
Although losing the chance to control the president of America was