C3412 CHAPTER3412 COLLECT THE FISHING ROD

Sam Moreels narrowed his eyes and looked around the small island that he belonged to. For a moment, he was confused.

The island that covered an area of one hundred acres was about the size of a middle school.

It was neither too big nor too small. There were many trees and stones on the island.

If he was willing, he could still pick some stones and wood from the island.

As for the iron ore