Listening to the words coming out of the white-robed man's mouth, Big Flower Arm immediately became alert.
At first, he thought the local gang felt they had crossed the line, but the words "humans" and "lord" from the white-robed man's mouth made it clear that the man's identity was not as simple as a petty thug.
Big Flower Arm silently placed the watermelon knife in front of him and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
The white-robed guy sneered disdainfully, then said with a tone of pride, "I am a Mona Warrior."
"Mona Warrior?"
It was apparent that even Xiao Zhengyan, the council chairman, had never heard of the Mona Warrior organization, let alone the base-level people here in the shelter.
The white-robed Mona Warrior didn't care at all: "You will soon find out."
Before his words fell, he took a step forward.
Suddenly, sprouts broke through the ground and quickly grew wildly.
In just a few breaths, everyone present was surrounded by terrifying plant vines.
