"The food is poisoned," one of the guards muttered, his consciousness still somewhat clear.
Just then, a large number of bandits suddenly rushed out from the surroundings, completely surrounding the camp.
A burly man with an eyepatch and a heavy beard emerged from the crowd. Seeing you, his eyes lit up greedily, and he said to his subordinates nearby, "This chick is not bad at all! Truly someone from the Lawrence Clan."
Chapter 288