Chapter 517: Misty Mountain Villa

Stefan Zimmerman clapped his hands, grinning. "Your words, not mine. When we get to your Misty Mountain Villa, I want twenty tons of Spiritual Herbs and Medicines. Not a gram less. "And you're going to stand there and count it with me. If it's short by even one gram, I'll hold you personally responsible." Dashiell Zeeland's face turned uglier than a man at his parents' funeral. *Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?* Twenty tons of Spiritual Herbs and Medicines. The entire Misty Mountain...