Chapter 317: Drugged?

"Damn it. It had to be Leona Halenkamp," Jameson snarled, teeth grinding. "But that woman looks like she can fight. You sure that stuff can make even an elephant go crazy?!" "Relax, Jameson." The man beside him chuckled. "We went through hell to get it. Forget a Martial Artist. Even some old nun who's been in cultivation for decades would turn into a-" He cut himself off with a lewd grin. "Heh, heh, heh." After confirming it again and again, Jameson's blood finally surged with excitement. "Good....