C738 Bai Qianmo's Request

"Help? I can... just tell them to scram!"

Sam Moreels stretched his body and looked casual.

"No... No need..."

"Little friend Sam Moreels, can I ask you something..."

Marcos Laffie sighed, and then his eyes became extremely determined.

Sam Moreels was slightly stunned. He could roughly sense what Marcos Laffie wanted to say.

From Sam Moreels's point of view