Tatamu carefully served its target, but the person being served was not calm. It was not Wang Zhong; it was Simba. Simba had also been soaked in the potion. It was warm and very comfortable, even slightly numbing, making Simba feel as if he was floating in the air. But he quickly came to with a shock. He quickly got rid of the enjoyment from soaking in the potion and woke up. He made a last-ditch effort to call Wang Zhong as he did not want to be mysteriously taken away by the two alien races.
"Lao Wang! Lao Wang! This is too much. Why are you still not waking up!" Simba was about to burst into tears.
Damn, it was too terrifying!