The Beastman walked to the bedside, seeing that the two had fallen victim, and let out a cold, sneering laugh.
"The drug we spent a fortune on really works wonders, a little bit and they're out cold!"
"Enough talking, hurry up and take this fat hag back to the boss."
"Why doesn't the boss just let us kill this wretched woman!" A young Beastman with short orange hair grumbled discontentedly.
"Who knows, the boss said he wants her alive."
The leading Beastman shot him a cold glance, mocking with a laugh, "The boss has his reasons for what he does, what are you meddling for? Just follow orders!"
The orange-haired Beastman clenched his fists and carried the unconscious female on his back.
"What about this Leopard Beast? Kill it or...?"
"Forget it, take it back too, maybe the boss has other uses for it."
The small leader called over two tall and strong Beastmen to carry the unconscious Leopard Beast back as well.
