The Wenhao system helped me become a killer

"Hey, Mikako, you actually found time to look for me today. Long time no see~ I heard that you got married. Oh, how dare that fearless man marry you? Does he know how many wronged souls you have killed?"

Mutou Mihui thought that Fuji Mikako was doing very well in Shanghai and was expected to continue to rise in the future. For her, who already had ambitions to move up, it was really too painful.

However, Mutou Mihui was not too anxious about Fuji Mikako's current condition. She knew that once her mission was completed, the rewards would definitely not be less than Fuji Mikako's.

She also looked down on Fuji Mikako's naked hands stained with blood, thinking that she had the other party's handle in her hand. When facing the beautiful snake that many people in Shanghai feared, Fuji Mikako's attitude was mostly nonchalant.

Now she is no longer under the control of this woman. The two of them don't interfere with each other's affairs, so naturally they don't care about each other's attitudes and thoughts.

Mihui Muto looked at her newly done nails. Her delicate hands looked healthy and porcelain white in the warm afternoon sun. One could tell at a glance that the owner of these hands was a woman who was good at taking care of herself.

Fuji Mikako looked at Muto Mihui's nonchalant attitude and sneered. Sometimes, a dog is too well-fed and tends to be a bit wolfish. It's a pity that a dog that was originally restrained by a rope, after a few days of good life, could it really want to be a human?

In front of Mutou Mihui, Fuji Mikako slowly mouthed a name, and Mutou Mihui instantly froze.

"Martiko Muto~"

Mutou Mihui, or more precisely Mutou Mariko, looked at Fuji Mikako with a nervous look in her eyes. It had been a long time since she last heard this name. In nearly twenty years, she had almost forgotten this name in a trance.

At this moment, the gentle and kind Fuji Mikako dressed in a schoolgirl outfit was like a demon grinning at her in the eyes of Muto Mariko. She could destroy the good life she had worked so hard for for so long at any time, and push her into an abyss of no return.

After all, Mutou Mariko is a capable woman who can live a smooth life. She was caught off guard by Fuji Mikako at the beginning, and she quickly restrained her overly obvious emotions.

You must not panic or get confused at this time. It has been so many years since the incident happened. How many people still remember it? No one will work hard for a dead person. She has successfully replaced Muto Mihui's entire life.

That’s right, she is the real Mutou Mihui. There was no such person as Mutou Mariko in this world more than ten years ago.

"I don't understand what Miss Fuji means. You are not that old, but you are a little forgetful. My name is Mutou Mihui, and I am the only lady of the Mutou family."

After all, Muto Mariko still felt a little guilty, and couldn't help but emphasize, "Muto Mariko, this name is really good, is she also a girl from the Muto family?"

It was not surprising that Fuji Mikako did not comment on Muto Mariko's denial. Who would be willing to admit that they slowly killed their sister with their own hands, and then tried every means to slowly and completely replace her!

"Maybe! Shouldn't I call you Madam Shen now? Shouldn't you be in Peking? Why are you in Shanghai?"

Fuji Mikako's meeting with Muto Mihui this time was a private action, and she also had her own selfish motives. They were not united internally, and she had lost face in Shanghai after several failures, and most importantly, the lives of several children were implicated. Now she was under attack from all sides.

If you fail to achieve some results, you will be liquidated sooner or later.

Useless people have no reason to exist. This was the principle that Fuji Mikako followed in the past. She never expected that this boomerang would now come back to hit her.

Mihui Muto turned her eyes away, stirred the coffee in her hand that was no longer steaming, and her mind quickly turned to find a perfect excuse for herself.

"There are no clues over there, so I just moved here. Kenjiro is not in good health, and I heard that the doctors in Shanghai are...better..."

Seeing the obvious mockery on Fuji Mikako's face, she could no longer make up excuses. After all, the person in front of her knew the inside story. The child's mother was her biological sister, and she would not hesitate to kill her to replace her for a better life, not to mention a nephew with a weak body and a sickly child.

If Kenjiro Hirota had not been holding tightly in his hand a portion of the money given by his father, and if the Hirota family had not occasionally shown concern for this descendant, Mie Muto would have let him die to see his mother long ago.

"I found some information. The last descendant of a Qing prince came to Shanghai a few years ago. He has an astonishing fortune. Shen Yanqing used to be good friends with the prince's son. They even studied abroad together. Unfortunately, the other party seems to have been hiding his identity, so Shen Yanqing doesn't know much."

Ahem, even though Mr. Shen is now middle-aged and fat, he was a gentle and handsome man when he was young, and he still made a few good friends. Everyone has different opportunities, efforts, and development, so it is hard to say how many will be left.

At the beginning, we had not experienced the hardships of society, only friendship full of affection, but it was very sincere.

Muto Mihui and other trained women raised more military funds for the Empire of Japan through various means. Of course, only when they raised enough money could they have the possibility of freedom.

Of course, at Muto Mihui's age, she has already passed her prime, and this news is her last chance to turn things around. Otherwise, she will be abandoned, and the position of Madam Shen will be useless.

Fuji Mikako knocked on the table and looked around the cafe casually. There weren't many people in the cafe at this time, so she wasn't worried about others hearing their conversation.

No matter Muto Mihui or Fuji Mikako spoke in low voices, they almost relied on the shape of each other's mouths to discern the content. And this corner was hidden enough, no matter Muto Mihui, who had her back to the crowd, or Fuji Mikako, who subconsciously sat in an inconspicuous place since she sat down, no one could see their mouth shapes.

Shen Wenjiao was very lucky to be able to see some of Muto Mihui's profile.

"I can help you, how about that? Otherwise, if you continue investigating so slowly like this, huh, there will probably be no future." Fuji Mikako looked down upon Mutou Mihui's slow progress in the investigation.

It’s too slow, and I haven’t found the specific person yet.