Jiang Chen turned his gaze to the next person, who trembled and immediately offered another viable plan.
These social elites really did have good brains. Even though they had only recently come into contact with this strange, unfathomable world, they had still used their resources and methods to gather enough information.
And now, that information had become bullets they fired at their own people.
Jiang Chen did not even need to think for himself. He only had to state his requirements, and these people would do everything they could to devise a complete plan for him.
"Your idea is better. More creative. Not bad."
At his praise, the gentleman in a suit before him immediately broke into a flattering smile. The fat old man with the cane from earlier laughed along, the flesh of his face bunching together. But the next second, his smile froze.
A streak of black light pierced the old man's forehead, stripping him of every trace of life in an instant.
"Since your plan is better, that makes him useless." Holding his glass of red wine, Jiang Chen followed local customs, maintaining the same refined air as these gentlemen. He smiled at everyone in greeting, then calmly took a sip.
A chill crept up the backs of their heads. Their scalps tingled in waves, as though someone were pulling them upward.
This man's viciousness went beyond anything these social elites had witnessed in their entire lives.
They had clearly chosen to submit and had even contributed something of value, yet they still had to die simply because their contribution fell short of the next person's.
That meant perhaps only one person here would survive.
It was even possible that all of this was merely a game to him, and not a single person here would live!