C2243 CHAPTER2243 EAT SMOKE

"Who are you...?"

"Come on, have a cigarette..."

Sam Moreels curled his lips and stepped forward, offering a cigarette to Yuan Zhan, the deputy commander of the 358 Battle Teams. His smile was genuinely warm.

"Smoke? What the heck..."

"Sir... Sir Ambassador, I... I really know I messed up. You didn't want to kill me..."

"I can't trouble you to do it yourself. This is just too... too much..