After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

"Sister Wang, how did you know there were three people that day?"

"Because I was the one who killed Liu Laolai!" Wang Qiaofang looked at Zhang Yuwan with a sneer.

"Why?" Zhang Yuwan found it difficult to connect with the image of this hardworking, enthusiastic and generous elder sister.

"Because Liu Laolai is dead, Song Changzhou and Han Bin will be in trouble. The villagers will think that they killed someone because they were jealous of Liu Laolai for your favor. It will be difficult for them to deal with the anger of so many villagers!"

"You must be curious about why I am targeting them? Then let me tell you, how can I have a chance if I don't let them get into a mess?" Wang Qiaofang smiled with contempt, and she didn't take Zhang Yuwan seriously at all.

"It's a pity that Liu Laolai's body was discovered at an inopportune time. Song Changzhou was not here, otherwise they would both have died here today."

"How do you think my trick of killing someone with a borrowed knife works?" Wang Qiaofang's eyes were filled with poison. Being stared at by her was as uncomfortable as if countless snakes were crawling all over her body.

Even when facing a scoundrel like Liu Laolai, Zhang Yuwan still couldn't face the fear that came from the bottom of his heart when facing the woman in front of him.

"Are you a devil?" Zhang Yuwan stared at the other person, gripping the wooden basket tightly with both hands, the anger in his heart erupting like a volcano.

"Now that I know your plan, aren't you afraid that I'll tell others?" Zhang Yuwan clenched his teeth, feeling as if she would pounce on him at any time, and didn't dare to relax at all.

"You can go and say that, but the people in this village will tear you apart just the same. They hate you more than I do. They have no rationality, and you will be used as a tool to vent their anger just as well."

"Don't come over! Back off! Otherwise I will open the wooden warehouse." Zhang Yuwan shouted at Wang Qiaofang who was approaching.

The corners of Wang Qiaofang's mouth rose slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She suddenly raised her hand, pulled out a hidden weapon from her sleeve, and shot it towards Zhang Yuwan's wrist.

At the same time, there was a loud "bang!" and the powerful recoil force made Zhang Yuwan's palm hurt.

The hidden weapon made Zhang Yuwan's wooden basket miss. Wang Qiaofang's speed was almost invisible to the naked eye, and she came close to Zhang Yuwan in an instant.

He quickly grabbed Zhang Yuwan's wrist and lifted it up. Zhang Yuwan's muscles tensed up reflexively and he shot two more shots in succession.

Finally, the wooden warehouse slipped out of Zhang Yuwan's hand and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yuwan rushed to pick it up, but Wang Qiaofang stepped on her injured ankle.

"Ah!" The pain that penetrated into his bones made Zhang Yuwan shed tears. His body could not bear such intense pain and it tensed up and arched.

She is not a useless person like Liu Laolai. She has great skills and has received special training for countless days and nights.

Wang Qiaofang retracted her foot, letting Zhang Yuwan catch his breath for a while. She squatted down and touched Zhang Yuwan's sweat-soaked hair. She said in a perverted and gentle voice, "I know a lot of ways to torture you. Be good in a while, or I'll use them all on you! Hehe~"

Wang Qiaofang lifted Zhang Yuwan's chin, forcing her to look up and look at her.

"Now I'm going to ask questions." Wang Qiaofang raised her eyebrows.

"Where is that file bag?"

"What file bag? I don't know what you are talking about!" Zhang Yuwan opened her eyes wide in surprise. She didn't know what file bag was because she was not Zhang Yuwan, she was another Zhang Yuwan.

Wang Qiaofang's eyes were as cold as ice, and she stepped on her injured ankle again.

This time the force was much greater than the last time, and Zhang Yuwan let out a miserable and long scream.

But Wang Qiaofang did not reduce the strength of her feet at all, and with a "click", Zhang Yuwan's ankle was broken.

Wang Qiaofang curled her lips, retracted her foot, and looked at Zhang Yuwan, whose clothes were already soaked with sweat. She said to the woman on the ground, who was breathing more than she was breathing, "You have more backbone than I thought. I admire you very much. Normally, even a grown man would not be able to stand this."

"Next, what method do you prefer? Or just tell me where the file bag is?" Wang Qiaofang looked at Zhang Yuwan and shook her head gently. The smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, and this time the smile was revealed in her eyes.

"You have beautiful hands."

"Your nails are round and full, shiny and pink, and your fingers are slender and soft with no visible joints. Combined with your fair skin, they look so pink and white that they are almost transparent. They are truly top-notch!" She commented as if she was looking at a precious work of art.

"It must take a lot of effort to maintain these hands! An ordinary family can't afford such a pair of hands."

"A woman's hands are the symbol of wealth. No matter how beautiful a face is, it cannot be as representative of wealth as a pair of hands."

"Which hand do you like more?"

Wang Qiaofang leaned over to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "I prefer my left hand. What about you? Hmm?"

Zhang Yuwan was shaking with pain. Such stimulation made her mind extremely clear. Her chin trembled and her lips struggled to utter a sentence: "You are not on the Kuomintang side!" Because the Kuomintang was afraid of death.

"You are a little Japanese!" Only people who live in poverty would treat killing as a game hobby.

Zhang Yuwan looked at Wang Qiaofang with extremely firm eyes.

Wang Qiaofang's eyes showed surprise and disbelief. She was born in China and was an orphan at the time. No one knew her identity.

When she was ten years old, she was secretly approached and told her identity. She secretly trained in various skills and completed many tasks in the process, and was selected by her superiors.

At the age of seventeen, she was part of the first group of educated youth sent to the countryside. She received a mission and came to the remote Yu Village. She stayed there for almost ten years, looking for opportunities to find the archives of that time.

She had never been back to Japan, and her language habits had never had any flaws. She never expected that a young Chinese woman would expose her flaws.

"Haha~ Interesting! I am even more curious about you now. How did your family raise you? You have such sharp insight!" Wang Qiaofang looked at Zhang Yuwan with enthusiastic eyes, as if she had found a fun toy.

"My father personally raised me. My mother is a strong woman who is super good at making money." Zhang Yuwan felt a lump in her throat and tears came down when she thought of her father.

"What a strange combination! I am indeed from the Little Japan Country. My real name is Tsubakimoto Yoshidai. If we were not enemies, I think we could have been friends." Wang Qiaofang, no, Tsubakimoto Yoshidai said to Zhang Yuwan sincerely.

Zhang Yuwan remained unmoved, lowering his eyes and scoffing inwardly. How could people from the Little Japanese Country be friends? Such hypocrisy.

"But Wansang, I still want to find out the whereabouts of the file bag, and I won't show mercy just because you are Wansang. Please forgive me!" Chunmu Fangdai sincerely bowed her head and apologized to Zhang Yuwan.

"Please tell me the truth, Wansang, so that you can avoid physical pain."

Zhang Yuwan couldn't help laughing as if he had heard something funny.

It was just that the twitching touched the injured area, which hurt so much that tears came out. He gritted his teeth and sucked twice.

I used to listen to my father telling stories about the martyrs. They all died bravely. Many underground party members suffered inhuman torture during their lifetime, but they relied on their strong willpower to not betray Xinyang.

She is not that great, but today she can pretend to be a hero who would rather die than surrender. Anyway, she doesn't know where the damn file bag is and she can't hide from it, so she might as well find a way to piss off the Japanese to death.

Thinking of this, my body actually felt a lot more relaxed, and the pain seemed to have really eased a lot.