C2347 Smoking

"Who are you...?"

"Come, smoke a cigarette..."

Sam Moreels curled his lips and strode forward. He handed a cigarette to Yuan Zhan, the deputy commander of the 358 Battle Teams.

As he spoke, the smile on Sam Moreels's face was extremely genuine.

"Smoke? What the hell..."

"Lord... Lord Ambassador, I... I really know my mistake. You didn't want to kill me..