Chapter 330 Unlucky Booker (2)
At the Brougham's Residence.
Not long ago, it was a courtyard full of vitality, but now it was a mess.
The trees were lying on the ground haphazardly, the walls were full of holes, and the ground was covered in footprints.
It was as if this place was being demolished.
Booker, the head of the village, woke up and slowly opened his eyes. He subconsciously touched the back of his head with his hand.
Looking at the empty courtyard, he was a little stunned.
He slowly propped himself up from the ground with his hands and sat up. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and touched his head with a pained expression.
Hiss...
My head hurts...
What happened...
He turned his neck and vaguely remembered that he was in the restaurant...
He was dealing with things... And then...
And then!
He shuddered and remembered everything in that s

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