C647 CHAPTER647 TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE FIGHT FOR IT

Sam Moreels couldn't help but smile as he watched the crowd surge toward him.

"Ah, delivering themselves right to my doorstep—how convenient. It spares me the trouble of hunting them down one by one!"

A smirk played at the corner of Sam Moreels's mouth; he relished the feeling.

"Kill!"

With a wave of indifference, Sam Moreels gave the command, and Uncle Moreels, along with the rest