Big Tattoo Arm stood on high ground, waving both arms as he sprayed spittle.
He was like a passionate orator.
As for the content of his speech, there was nothing new about it. He was still repeating the same old lines about the White Robe Mona Warriors.
But it was obvious that these words were incredibly inflammatory, and they were having a remarkable effect.
After all, to the people listening right now, these words were all facts.
Standing atop the shipping container, Big Tattoo Arm could clearly see that nearly everyone below looked at least somewhat tempted.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you dealt with that guy yet?"
A mid-ranking officer arrived with a squad of soldiers, his face dark with anger.
He couldn't understand why the soldiers in charge of this area were just standing by and letting Big Tattoo Arm give a speech.
The crowd had gathered so thickly that he couldn't get through.
In his desperation, he simply pulled out his sidearm and fired at Big Tattoo Arm on the container.
Bang!
The gunshot brought the scene to a standstill.
Unfortunately, it failed to fully intimidate the people who had just heard the speech. Instead, it was like a spring compressed to its limit, about to snap back.
The mid-ranking officer keenly sensed the difference, and unease crept into his heart.
What irritated him even more was that his shot had failed to kill Big Tattoo Arm.
A wooden shield that had grown from Big Tattoo Arm's back had precisely blocked the bullet.
Big Tattoo Arm remained unfazed. He didn't even turn around to check what was happening.
Instead, he roared in an increasingly impassioned voice, "Do you see? They don't want us to know the truth. They won't let us fight back. They don't even