After reading the mind of his wife, the officer husband blushed

Zhang Ninglan and Qin Fang beat up Mr. Fan Sanye violently, and because his mouth was covered, he could only make muffled groans.

There was some loud commotion inside.

The thugs outside the bedroom door heard the noise coming from inside and the muffled groans of Master Fan San, and soon realized that Master Fan San was making too much noise when he did it.

They consciously moved further away from the bedroom door.

"You know, this Third Master is quite old, but how come he's still so energetic? One alone can't satisfy him, so he brought back two tonight..."

"Shut up! Are you allowed to discuss the private affairs of the Third Master?"

The scolded thug looked helplessly in the direction of the bedroom and ran away even further.

It’s better not to hear about such things.

Zhang Ninglan and Qin Fang were tired from fighting and sat aside to rest.

Qin Fang was still not satisfied. If she didn't need him again in a while, she would have wanted to cut him into pieces right away.

Mr. Fan San was beaten black and blue by them, and he looked like he had lost all hope in life.

He fell to the ground along with the chair he was tied to, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart.

Zhang Ninglan looked at the time, she stood up and kicked Mr. Fan Sanye.

He asked condescendingly, "Are you going to Nanshan Temple tomorrow?"

Mr. Fan opened his eyes wide with a look of panic.

Only then did he realize that these two women were most likely coming for his master.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhang Ninglan gathered all her strength and kicked him hard again.

"I'm asking you a question. Yes or no, nod or shake your head!"

Mr. Fan shook his head vigorously.

Zhang Ninglan sneered: "I didn't expect you to be so loyal."

"But, between loyalty and life, I don't know which one you would choose."

As she spoke, Zhang Ninglan clenched the hairpin in her hand, and then stabbed it hard into Master Fan San's thigh.

"Well……"

"Woooooooo..."

Mr. Fan San cried out in pain, his eyes wide open, looking at the woman in front of him with horror.

This woman looks so weak and fragile, how could she be so cruel?

With a weapon in her hand, she really dares to hurt people.

Mr. Fan San was just thinking that they were two women after all, and they only dared to punch and kick him to vent their anger, but did not dare to really hurt him.

did not expect……

I really didn't expect it.

Mr. Fan Sanye wanted to curl up on the ground in so much pain, but he was tied up and couldn't move.

The pain spread throughout my body.

He was wondering how to trick these two crazy women into letting him go.

Who knew that in the next second, Zhang Ninglan would suddenly pull out the hairpin.

Mr. Fan Sanye's legs were immediately covered in blood and he was shaking with pain.

This……

This woman...

Why don't you follow the routine?

Don't you even give him a chance to beg for mercy?

Zhang Ninglan slowly pulled off the bed sheet from Mr. Fan San's bed and gently wiped the hairpin in her hand.

There was a smile on her lips, but her voice was cold as ice.

"This is what happens when you lie. If I ask you another question and you lie again, I'm afraid your other leg..."

Zhang Ninglan said this, took the hairpin and waved it in front of Mr. Fan Sanye.

Mr. Fan San shook his head repeatedly and stammered something.

She squatted down and asked, "Have you thought it through? Will you answer my questions truthfully?"

Mr. Fan nodded.

The purpose of Zhang Ninglan and Qin Fang was to have Mr. Fan San inform them of the man's itinerary for tomorrow tonight, and to claim to be sick and not follow the man to Nanshan Temple to worship Buddha.

This Mr. Fan San never blinks when he kills people. If they hadn't taken advantage of him being drunk and attracted to women, they really wouldn't have been able to get close to him.

Take this opportunity to get some useful information, and then get rid of him. Qin Fang's assassination plan will go more smoothly tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ninglan looked around and found a roll of tape in his bedroom. She pulled the tape and wrapped it around Mr. Fan Sanye's mouth several times.

After making sure that his hands could not be pulled off for a while, she took out a piece of paper and a pen, placed them on the table, and then untied one of his hands.

Zhang Ninglan put the hairpin against his neck and said, "Write down what I ask you. Do you understand?"

Mr. Fan San didn't expect that this woman was so cunning, and he could only nod for a moment.

Zhang Ninglan began to ask questions.

"Tomorrow, what time will that person leave for Nanshan Temple?"

Mr. Fan San held the pen and wrote down the word seven.

"How many people will he take with him?"

Mr. Fan San seemed to be thinking, and after he had thought it through, he wrote down two words on the pen.

Zhang Ninglan was a little surprised and asked with some doubt: "He will only bring two people tomorrow? Are you sure?"

Mr. Fan nodded, and then wrote on the paper: I and he are the housekeepers.

Zhang Ninglan narrowed her eyes and immediately realized that Mr. Fan San was intending to lie again.

She swiped the hairpin in her hand across Mr. Fan San's face, and he subconsciously let go of the pen and covered his face in pain.

Zhang Ninglan quickly held his hand and said coldly, "I told you, don't try to lie, or I will really kill you."

Then she went on to say, “He will take you there, and you will naturally take the thugs around you with you.”

"So, how many thugs are you going to bring? And how many thugs will his butler bring?"

Mr. Fan San didn't expect that this woman was so smart and she reacted immediately.

He grasped the pen with pain and wrote: Ten people.

Then he wrote: I lead six people and four housekeepers, all of them are elites.

Qin Fang hit him hard on the head and cursed, "If you had told the truth earlier, wouldn't you have avoided being beaten?"

Zhang Ninglan thought for a moment and asked again, "If you don't go tomorrow, will that person still go to Nanshan Temple to worship Buddha?"

After hearing this, Mr. Fan nodded and wrote on the paper: I will go.

Seeing that Zhang Ninglan was still staring at him, he quickly wrote on the paper: As long as my thugs follow him, he will go with peace of mind.

Zhang Ninglan understood.

The person should have already made preparations for going to Nanshan Temple to worship Buddha tomorrow and would not change the date easily.

That would be easy.

As long as he shows up as scheduled, tomorrow will be the day of his death.

Zhang Ninglan then asked, "How many thugs are there in your little house right now?"

Uncle Fan pointed outside the door and wrote down: Six.

Zhang Ninglan was a little surprised. There were only six?

Presumably, these six thugs are all very powerful, right?

As she thought about it, Zhang Ninglan moved the hairpin in her hand closer to Mr. Fan Sanye.

They must not take it lightly. If Mr. Fan San finds a way to alert the thugs outside the door, she and Qin Fang will definitely die here first.

Zhang Ninglan thought for a moment, then said, "I'll loosen your mouth in a moment, and you can tell your thugs that you won't be going to Nanshan Temple tomorrow."

"Just say that you hurt your waist tonight and need to rest well. Let these thugs of yours leave tonight. Do you understand what I mean?"