Chapter-35: this is a dramatic actor
Well, I won't ask any more questions, it's all in the past anyway." She speaks in a weird voice and with exaggerated expressions, which makes her very funny. Zaman Lark is going crazy. It's not humiliating like that.
He relies on his strength! The corners of everyone's mouth twitched. They wanted to laugh but were too embarrassed to do so. They felt uncomfortable holding it back. The tense atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.
It's obviously a very serious matter, but somehow the style of the painting went off track and became inexplicably funny. Although everyone knows it is not true, what she said was so vivid and vivid that we couldn't stop imagining it.
Just imagining Old Lady Lark dressed up seductively and personally serving drinks makes me so happy, (Hahaha.) They are all laughing loudly inside their hearts.
Wendy Lark was still making sarcastic remarks, "But, your method of killing someone with a borrowed knife is a bit crude and not presentable. If I were you, I would fight face to face instead of dragging innocent people into the battle."
She shook her head and sighed, "To put it bluntly, you have a dirty heart. I am very disappointed in you. You are still a senior official of the ministry of revenue. No wonder the King doesn't want you anymore, you dirty official!"
In her previous life, she was low-key and introverted, but when encountering certain specific events, she would transform into a keyboard warrior and fight fiercely with netizens until the other party admitted defeat.
Her ability to quarrel has been personally certified by netizens. They have confirmed through eye contact that she is someone they cannot afford to offend! In comparison, Zaman Lark's words were not as fluent as hers, "You...you..."
Seeing his elder brother defeated, Sander Lark couldn't help but get anxious, "Brother, why are you trying to reason with her? Come on together and take it away first." He was determined to get the mule cart.
With this car, he no longer has to walk so hard. If he continues walking like this, he will definitely die on the road, and this is what he fears most. There is nothing he dare not do to survive.
If verbal fight doesn't work, then let's fight with force! "I will be responsible if you injure or kill me..." Sander Lark shouted angrily and was the first to pounce on Wendy Lark.
He still thinks of himself as the arrogant and domineering dandy he used to be, high and mighty, and not taking human life seriously.
He had only one thought (as long as Wendy Lark was gone, the second house would be a pile of loose sand, at the mercy of them, and everything in their hands would belong to them.) Seeing the melee, the officers picked up their weapons and rushed over.
Brother Tom Lark reacted the fastest, "Sister, be careful."
"Wendy Lark, hide quickly..." As soon as he spoke, a stone hit Sander Lark's knee. Sander Lark felt a sharp pain and fell to the ground involuntarily,
"Ah." He roared in rage, "Wendy Lark, you dare to hit me." Wendy Lark picked up another palm sized stone, a cold arc appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was terribly cold.
"Injured? Killed? You don't take the officers seriously. Do you still think you are the respected Third Master of the Lark family?" Sander Lark struggled to get up, but the shackles made it difficult for him to move.
He got halfway up when Wendy Lark kicked him back. She picked up a stone and smashed it hard on Sander Lark's right hand with quick and fierce movements. With a crack, the bone broke.
"Ahhhhh…" Sander Lark let out a shrill scream, then his head tilted and he fainted from the pain. The whole world was silent and everyone paused. Old lady Lark's eyes rolled back and she fainted from fright.
Wendy Lark stepped on Sander Lark's chest with a stern look. "My Lords, this man is dishonest. He wants to kill people and set fire to things, but he wants you to take the blame. I can't stand it."
Officers: ...Speechless….. (This girl is so fierce that she even dared to break her own uncle's hand without blinking an eye.) They thought with slight fright in their eyes.
Lord Jeff looked puzzled, "So, you will teach him a lesson for us?" Wendy Lark smiled faintly, looking like a gentle and peaceful lady, and it was hard to tell how crazy she had been just now.
"I dare not, my hand just slipped." Mr. Jeff understood every word, but not when they were put together, "Your hand slipped?"
Wendy Lark looked innocent and weak, "I am weak and couldn't hold the stone steady, so I dropped it. Who knew it would fall into Sander Lark's right hand by chance?"
Mr. Jeff: ...Speechless…. (This is a dramatic actor. This reason is very powerful. He is telling lies with his eyes closed. The person who said this must have first-class psychological quality.) He thought admiring Wendy's quick and decisive thinking.
Wendy Lark stomped hard on Sander Lark's injured hand, waking up the unconscious Sander Lark. He was in so much pain that he screamed and cursed the sky and the earth. But this time he didn't dare to scold Wendy Lark, for fear that she would break his other hand as well.
To put it bluntly, it means bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Wendy Lark knew very well the importance of establishing her authority. If she shouted for war and killing today in order to rob a mule cart, she would really dare to kill people tomorrow.
In order to survive, they will do anything and lose their humanity. Haven't you seen the tragedy of eating one's own children during famine in the C country in her past life? The road to exile is a life threatening one, and one is always shrouded in the shadow of death.
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