C634 CHAPTER634 BAI QIANMO'S REQUEST

"Do you need help? I can just tell them to scram!"

Sam Moreels stretched languidly, exuding an air of nonchalance.

"No... there's no need..."

"Little friend Sam Moreels, may I ask you something?"

Marcos Laffie let out a sigh, his eyes suddenly filled with resolve.

Sam Moreels was taken aback for a moment. He had an inkling of what Marcos Laffie was about to request.

From Sam's perspective