She didn't even need to dispose of the corpses herself.
Fantastic.
This realization made the smile on her face a bit more genuine.
"...Wait."
This woman's reaction was clearly off; she wasn't afraid.
Instead, she seemed a little excited?
Seeing Wen Ya step forward with a smile, they immediately put their guard up.
The woman walked forward slowly, asking in a polite, inquiring tone, "Who is your employer?"
Her gentle tone echoed in the dead silence of the alley, yet it sent a chill down the backs of the five grown men. For some reason, they had the illusion that the five of them were surrounded by her alone.
Seeing that no one answered, Wen Ya's patience completely vanished.
They subconsciously took two steps back. Their vision went black, unable to process what had just happened.
The teeth-aching sound of bones breaking rang out consecutively in the quiet alley.
A tremendous force struck their chests. The three men at the front were sent flying to the ground, their ribs snapping on the spot.
The three men didn't even have time to scream. The agonizing pain stripped them of their ability to make a sound, leaving only pained gasps at the mouth of the alley.
The other two were completely stunned, their minds going blank.
Wen Ya shook her hand and looked at the men who were nearly scared out of their wits. Her tone remained gentle as she repeated the question:
"Who is your employer?"
One of the men subconsciously opened his mouth, "His surname, his surname is Song."
"Very good." Wen Ya was happy for two seconds. Seeing that they still wanted to escape, she impatiently grabbed them back. One had his arm dislocated and fell to his knees screaming, clutching his arm; the other was kicked in the back of the knee by her and also fell to his knees screaming.
The thought that they had misjudged the situation filled their minds simultaneously.
Wen Ya had acted far too normal from the very beginning. Who would have thought that a woman with such off-the-charts combat power wouldn't be out wreaking havoc on society, but instead chose to be a housewife!!
If time could turn back, they absolutely would have run away the first second they laid eyes on this woman.
Finally.
Wen Ya calmly stepped on the cheek of the man who could still barely speak.
He shuddered all over.
"What is your employer's goal?" she bent down and asked with a smile.
Sensing the pressure on his face gradually increasing, the pain of his face rubbing against the ground made the man incoherent, "He, he wanted us to get that girl's hair, with the roots or, or take some skin tissue blood, blood would be even better."
Hearing this, the expression on Wen Ya's face shifted from icy to astonished.
Even if she were slow-witted, she could realize this.
Wasn't this just trying to do a DNA test?
Having extracted their purpose, Wen Ya clapped her hands and smiled, "Thank you for holding nothing back."
Seeing as they answered her questions rather straightforwardly, Wen Ya decided to be merciful and finish them off quickly.
A second before their mother made her move, Shen Xun had already grabbed Shen Yi and turned to run out of the alley.
The two children had their backs to the inside. The sound of bones being crushed continuously came from behind, sending chills down one's spine.
Listening to the commotion gradually quiet down, Shen Yi asked a somewhat silly question, "How are they doing?"
"They might be a little bit dead," Shen Xun answered honestly.
Wen Ya happened to hear this conversation. She shook her hands, smiling with her own set of logic: "Don't worry, babies. If it hurt, they would say so. Not saying anything means it doesn't hurt."
"Mom," Shen Xun rigorously corrected her phrasing, "they aren't talking because they are all dead."
So it wasn't that it didn't hurt; it was that they were dead.
Wen Ya said proudly, "Is there a difference? It really doesn't hurt, it's just a split-second thing."
"They should be praising me for being kind!"
His mother's magical thought process left Shen Xun speechless.
"Wait, wait, wait," the only normal person, Shen Yi, interrupted them, "Let's not discuss such a terrifying topic right now."
It felt like their whole family was a criminal syndicate gathering to seriously review the aftermath of a murder!
Wen Ya shrugged.
After all the fuss, they returned home. She first shooed the two children off to do their homework, then called Shen Sixing, who was far away abroad.
"Hubby, we were followed today. I thought it was some trouble you left behind from not cleaning up properly, but it turned out their target was our daughter."
"It's so weird. What kind of person could Xiao Yi, a child, provoke?"
"That person's surname is Song. I suspect it's that Song Guanyan. Speaking of which, this guy is really weird. Doesn't he have a daughter of his own? Targeting our daughter."
Wen Ya rambled on for a while. The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds.
"I understand." Shen Sixing's voice rarely lost its usual laziness, now carrying a certain icy texture. "I'll look into him again."
Hanging up his wife's call, Shen Sixing rubbed his face and quickly pulled up all of Song Guanyan's social connections, family relations, as well as various hidden medical records and travel trajectories.
He was a bit face-blind.
Although he felt sorry to say it.
But when you've killed too many people, you really don't remember faces well.
Everyone looked pretty much the same in his eyes, so he needed to repeatedly confirm his targets every time.
Children looked even more identical to him.
After pulling up Song Guanyan's detailed family information, Shen Sixing rested his chin on his clasped hands, carefully distinguishing the appearances of the two children.
They were said to be fraternal twins, but Song Yi and Song Sijun didn't look alike at all.
Moreover, that boy looked.
He actually looked more like his daughter, Shen Yi.
As for the girl.
Shen Sixing's eyes lost focus, inevitably sinking into past memories.
Sometimes, doxxing is a two-way street.
While Shen Sixing used hacker skills to dig up all of Song Guanyan's personal information, on the other end, Song Guanyan was also staring at the investigation report his assistant had just delivered, equally lost in thought.
He had originally found five men to invite that girl's family over for a chat.
In the end, there was no news from them at all.
Song Guanyan was not the least bit worried about the safety of those men. He just assumed they had accidentally lost track of their targets and therefore didn't come to him for payment.
He was still thinking about how to approach that child and do a DNA test.
The most peaceful solution, of course, was to talk to her parents.
However, after two consecutive days of investigation, the background information on Shen Yi's parents was still so simple it was almost pale.
The mother was an utterly ordinary housewife.
The father was an even more bland man with looks as plain as boiled water, dressed sloppily, working as a clerk in an ordinary company.
He also frequently skipped work without reason and disappeared.
Finally, Song Guanyan stared at the photo of Shen Sixing, a harsh curve tugging at the corners of his mouth, and came to a conclusion:
A poor loser.
