Before heading to the West River Center, Liu Zheng made a detour to Rose Street first.
The French Plane Tree was drinking when it heard commotion and turned its head, so startled that it threw its bottle away.
Especially when it saw the tank driving straight towards it, its stress response was immediately triggered.
Countless thick roots burst from the ground, tightly surrounding the French Plane Tree's main body.
The bones of various objects hanging from the roots collided with each other, emitting roars like a beast, sending ripples through the air around them.
"Dai Legao, don't be afraid, it's me."
Liu Zheng popped out from the hatch and said.
"Turns out it's you, you idiotic human."
The French Plane Tree sighed in relief, and its roots stopped shaking.
"Where did you get this thing from? And who's afraid? I'm not scared at all."
It said gruffly.
"I borrowed this vehicle from the restaurant."
