Chapter 147 We Will Lose?

Coban's POV

The pain hits like a blade driven straight through my skull. I gripped the arm of the chair, my jaw locking as white, hot pressure pulses behind my eyes.

"Fuck! It can't be. No no. Not Trixie!" Conan says as I'm trying to deal with this pain. "So you saw it as well. It has to be wro...

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