C647 CHAPTER647 TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE FIGHT FOR IT

Sam Moreels grinned as he saw the crowd rushing toward him. "Well, looks like they're coming to me. Saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one!" A slight smirk played on his lips—this feeling was exhilarating.

"Attack!" Sam ordered coolly, and then Uncle Moreels and the others sprang into action