C616 CHAPTER616 I HU LANG DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO CARRY MY SHOES

Sam Moreels looked fearless. Owen Brown, standing nearby, had a wry smile on his face.

"You... you really are something..."

"Do you know the rank of Deputy Commander Amos? I'm not even fit to carry his shoes..."

"If he decided to attack, even if I risked everything to stop him, it wouldn't make a difference."

Owen Brown shrugged helplessly. He could take on anyone in the Southern Wastelands