Chapter-72: you are not bandits, you are still wearing official boots
Was this a robbery? Or was it a robbery for money and sex? Madam Lark hugged her daughter tightly, and other members of the Lark family also surrounded her. "Master Jeff, quickly drive these bandits away."
The man in brown drew his sword as soon as he disagreed with someone and stabbed the Lark family member who was talking. The man fell to the ground and blood flowed all over the ground, shocking everyone.
This attitude is too arrogant. "Don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. If you don't want more people to die, just obey me." The Lark family looked at this scene in disbelief. How could they kill without blinking an eye? It was too scary.
Lord Jeff was secretly worried that these people were definitely not ordinary bandits. I'm afraid that their target was Jessica Lark from the beginning. Jessica Lark was so famous in the past that countless men fell in love with her.
If nothing unexpected happened, she would marry into a wealthy family and enjoy a life of honor and pampering. However, things are unpredictable, and the once favored girl of heaven became an exiled prisoner.
Without the protection of family background, an overly beautiful appearance would be the source of trouble. She is well aware of this and is usually cautious, never alone, and tries to be as low key as possible, even if she gets herself dirty.
Lord Jeff's mind was racing, but he didn't want to find out the other party's identity at all. Knowing too much is not a good thing.
"My friend, it will be hard for me to report to my superiors if you do this. Miss Jessica Lark is well known and many people are watching her. I must send her to the border in one piece."
The brown clothed man's eyes turned cold, and he pointed at the Lark family sisters, including Wendy Lark, impatiently, "Okay, I'll take all these women. This way, they won't be noticeable, and you can report to your superiors."
No, what kind of bandit logic is this? It doesn't make sense. Okay, they are bandits. The Lark family members changed color when they heard this, and Wilson Lark was even more furious, "You are forcibly seizing a commoner's daughter."
The man in brown said coldly, "Take the man away. Anyone who dares to stop me will be killed." His words and actions revealed a condescending arrogance. At his command, his men moved, rushed to the girl who was named, and reached out to kidnap her.
The girl struggled frantically and her family members rushed forward to stop her. The scene was in chaos. Wilson Lark rushed over with his two sons, vowing to protect Wendy Lark to the death.
Tom Lark was slapped hard and flew to the ground. His face was swollen, but he ignored the pain and quickly got up to stop it. He couldn't let anyone hurt his sister. There was a flash of anger in Wendy Lark's eyes.
She didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble found her helplessly. She looked at the man in brown and asked loudly, "May I ask which prince's men you are?" It was like a blockbuster bomb exploding in the crowd.
The whole audience was boiling and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over. Even the masked men were stunned. The man in brown had a flash of surprise in his eyes and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wendy Lark was not intimidated at all. "You don't think you can pretend to be a bandit just by covering your face, do you? If you don't want to make a big deal out of this, just retreat quickly and pretend that this incident never happened."
The man in brown frowned. How could she be so confident? "Oh, how did you know that?"
"I'm not blind." Wendy Lark pointed at the men's feet, "You're wearing official boots, and the way you walk shows that you're not ordinary people."
Only officials and guards were qualified to wear such official boots with a design and symbol they were obviously trained, so the answer was self-evident. The man in brown subconsciously looked at his feet, and sure enough, he had missed it.
When dressing up, people only remember to change clothes, but who would think of changing shoes? Since he was seen through, he simply stopped pretending and released a wave of murderous intent.
"You are very smart, but smart people usually don't live long." His murderous aura was so strong that it made people around him shudder. Wendy Lark's heart trembled, but it aroused her desire to win and her blood boiled.
Damn this desire to win regardless of the situation! She showed no fear at all, and controlled her expression perfectly. "You look murderous, obviously because your hands are stained with blood and you have killed people before."
She changed the subject, "But do you really want to slaughter all these 300 prisoners and 30 officers? Even if you are as noble as a royal descendant, you may not be able to bear the consequences of the crime."
She curled her lips meaningfully, "After all, who doesn't have a few rivals these days? As a prince, all I can rely on is the King's favor, but the King's favor can disappear at any time." The man in brown looked at her deeply.
This girl reminded him inexplicably of the majestic and powerful Prime Minister. Obviously, these two people have nothing in common, but they just... make people feel unfathomable. "No one will know."
As long as it is done cleanly and there are no witnesses, everything will be fine. Wendy Lark narrowed her eyes slightly and raised the corners of her mouth. "Impossible because we have been very conspicuous along the way, doing business and making money.
I don't know how many people are paying attention to our whereabouts. There are people ahead waiting for us to deliver goods. Your idea of killing people to silence them will not work."
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