C1221 CHAPTER1221 DISGUISE CONSECRATION PILL

Sam Moreels narrowed his eyes and spoke to Tian Kui. The situation was urgent, and he couldn't afford any mistakes. Otherwise, he would lose everything, and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Yes, sir," Tian Kui nodded, looking serious.

"If only zombies and Tian Kui could upgrade themselves with cigarettes. Then we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble!" Sam sighed