When Big Tattoo Arm heard what the man in white said, he immediately grew wary.
At first, he'd thought some local gang had decided they were muscling in on its turf. But the words "humanity" and "Lord" coming from the man in white made it clear he was more than just some small-time thug.
Big Tattoo Arm silently brought the watermelon knife in his hand up in front of him and asked warily, "Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
The man in white sneered, then spoke with unmistakable pride. "I'm a Mona Warrior."
"Mona Warrior?"
Even Xiao Zhengyan, the council chairman, had never heard of the Mona Warriors. There was no way the ordinary shelter residents gathered here would know what they were, either.
The White Robe Mona Warrior didn't care in the slightest. "You'll find out soon enough."
Before he'd even finished speaking, he took a step.
Tender shoots suddenly burst through the ground, then began growing at a frenzied pace.
In just two or three breaths, terrifying plant tendrils had surrounded everyone present.
"Holy shit! A deathmatch fighter!"
Big Tattoo Arm only had time to shout those few words.
The next second, everyone there, including Zheng Yongliang, who'd been planning to sneak away, was wrapped in tendrils and hoisted up. Only their eyes and noses were left exposed, keeping them from suffocating.
Thick tendrils suspended them in the air, swaying gently. At a glance, they looked like human-shaped fruit growing from the vines.
Zheng Yongliang's eyes darted from side to side. Every pair of eyes he could see, exposed to the air, was filled with terror.
"Only the most loyal and powerful warriors under the Lord are worthy of becoming Mona Warriors."
The White Robe Mona Warrior strolled unhurriedly among these "human-shaped fruit" and added, "So there's no