A Mutant Beast...

From the shadows emerged a towering figure—a bandit monkey unlike any Leon had seen before. This was no wild or feral bandit monkey... Leon was sure of that, it definitely isn't a wild or feral beast...

If it isn't, then it's the Mutant Bandit Monkey King The Viscount had once told him about.

Its fur was a deep, jet-black, almost shimmering in the light, with streaks of gold running through it like veins of precious metal.

Its muscular body stood at nearly twice the height of the other monkeys, its long arms and sharp claws a testament to its strength. But what truly set it apart was the aura of power it exuded—an overwhelming force that made even the air around it feel heavier.

The other monkeys cowered in its presence, their eyes downcast as if in submission. Leon could feel the raw strength radiating from the Monkey King.