C397 Chapter 397

The Prosperity Restaurant’s flag fluttered lazily in the sunlight.

Beneath the flagpole, the place was a noisy mess.

Plenty of passersby slowed down and gathered around, trying to see what was going on.

At the front entrance stood a teenage boy. His grip on a wooden stick trembled slightly. Fear, anger, and wariness flickered in his eyes, with a final trace of stubborn restraint