An Moxue was thinking about how to get rid of Wu Sicheng so she could go to Popov's house again to find out what was going on, but unexpectedly, the next night, someone broke into her house again and tried to enter her room, but was caught by Wu Sicheng and An Moxue.
Then, she cornered the person in the corridor and beat them up without saying a word. After she finished, An Moxue said in an annoying way, "It's been a long time since I've beaten someone up like this. I'm not quite satisfied yet!"
Wu Sicheng pointed at the thief, smiling innocently, and said, "I think he can take a few more hits. Be careful not to accidentally kill someone like those two last time."
The thief was so frightened by what he heard that he stared wide-eyed at An Moxue.
The man on the ground was filled with regret. Who could tell him why it was so difficult when he was ordered to steal a few strands of hair?
She was beaten black and blue, with not a single unscathed spot, and her leg was broken. No one knew how she did it; she just tapped herself a few times, and she couldn't make a sound, and then she was beaten up indiscriminately.
They didn't even ask why the person came. Are they planning to torture them before killing them?
The thief on the ground was trembling with fear. Could someone tell her how this woman, who was just a fallen noblewoman with a little money, could be so skilled in martial arts?
An Moxue was somewhat pleased to see the fear in his eyes; it was good that he was afraid.
At this moment, she squatted down to look the thief in the eye, thinking she was smiling in a friendly manner, but the thief thought it was the smile of a devil. "Let's make this clear first, I've released your pressure points, but you have to answer honestly, otherwise, you'd better think about the consequences."
The thief nodded vigorously, afraid that if he nodded too slowly, people would think he was tough and give him another beating.
An Moxue released his pressure points and said with a smile, "Now you can talk. What are you doing here? Who sent you? Think carefully before you answer."
She should have been fine if she hadn't smiled, but once she did, the thief dared not harbor any more illusions. He hurriedly said, "I was paid a commission to steal a few strands of your hair. If I had known you were this skilled, I wouldn't have come no matter how much money you offered!" It's like making money but not living to enjoy it!
"Who sent you?"
"The Popov family's steward." The thief now hated the steward to the core. How could someone as insignificant as himself dare to provoke such a person? It was like an old man hanging himself—wanting to die!
Having gotten the answer she wanted, An Moxue pressed his acupoints again.
"Giddy, what are your plans?"
An Moxue didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "What do you think we should do about this person?"
"Why not cut him into pieces and throw him back to Duoduo's house to feed the dogs? I bet there are more than ten wolfhounds in that backyard, all of them fat and strong, they'll definitely be able to gnaw this corpse clean." Wu Sicheng replied with great interest, as if this was a fun thing to do, and he didn't care about a human life at all.
The thief turned pale with fright. What kind of people are these! Men and women alike are so vicious.
Seeing the thief's reaction, he was quite satisfied and casually asked, "Is there anything else you want to say? Don't worry, if not, you can go on your way in peace! My actions are very skilled, it won't hurt much."
The thief nodded vigorously. Seeing this, Wu Sicheng asked, "Jiduo, why don't you ask again to see if there's anything else useful?"
"No need! There's nothing to ask." An Moxue looked uninterested.
The thief panicked, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. Wu Sicheng advised, "Let's ask him! What if he can give us some useful information?"
"Alright!" An Moxue reluctantly released his pressure points.
Wu Sicheng added from the side, "Whether you can live or not depends on what you know."
The thief nodded vigorously, and then, as if just remembering that he could speak, he said, "I know that the Popov family has been secretly looking for someone, but they haven't found them yet."
An Moxue glanced at him lightly, which startled him and made him flinch. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I know the Popov family has a basement, which they use when members of their family have an attack." He paused, wondering if An Moxue was interested in this.
An Moxue saw him looking at her and only said two words:
"continue."
At that moment, he knew that what he said had worked, and then he continued, "When they have an attack, they are like madmen, they lose their minds, and they hurt others and themselves."
How did you know?
“I discovered it by accident,” he said, his eyes gleaming.
When did this happen?
"It was a few years ago, I can't remember the exact time, but there were a lot of people in the room that time, and they all got sick."
He still feels lingering fear when he thinks about it now. It was terrifying. No wonder there were rumors that the Popov family had contracted a strange disease. It turns out that the rumors were not unfounded.
When Wu Sicheng thought of the considerable number of chained beds in the basement, he felt that what he said was probably true, especially the medicine cabinet, which was full of external wound medicine.
Wu Sicheng asked, "Is there anything else to add?"
He thought for a moment and said, "Sir, madam, please forgive me! I will never steal again."
An Moxue glanced at him, turned and went into the bedroom. After coming out, she squatted down next to the thief, pinched his chin, stuffed a pill into his mouth, then sealed his mouth and knocked him unconscious.
The series of actions were completed in one smooth motion, leaving the thief no time to react. Afterwards, An Moxue said to Wu Sicheng, "Throw him far away!"
"Mo Xue, what did you feed him? You just threw it away..."
"It's alright, he'll forget everything once he wakes up. I'm going to sleep now, he doesn't need me anymore!"
"Okay. Go and rest." He could tell that she didn't really want him to stay overnight, but he was worried about her and was determined to stay, even if it was just a small, insignificant matter.
An Moxue was afraid of his shamelessness, especially since his intentions were for her own good. She couldn't help but be furious!
As Wu Sicheng spoke, he picked up the unconscious thief and left the house. A moment later, the sound of a motorcycle could be heard outside.
Hearing the sound, An Moxue went back into the house, quickly changed her clothes, and then went out.
When Wu Sicheng returned, some time had passed. He rode his motorcycle a long way before dropping the person off in a crowded alley.
Even if someone finds out, they'll just assume he was beaten in a fight, because fights and injuries happen all the time on that street, and no one will investigate further.
But when he returned to the house, he felt something was wrong. He went to An Moxue's door and called out softly a few times, but no one answered.
He listened intently but couldn't hear any breathing inside. Feeling something was wrong, he gently pushed the door open. The room was empty; An Moxue was nowhere to be seen.
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