Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1082: I Swear, I’ve Told You Everything I Know

The attackers continuously tightened their circle, sensing that Xinyan possessed real abilities. Refusing to underestimate her, they charged ahead all at once.

Yet they had gravely misjudged Xinyan’s power. After just a few clashes, the foes fell into a clear disadvantage.

Xinyan saw no point in dragging out the brawl, so her blows landed with brutal force—after all, greater schemes awaited her.

Before long, several realized they stood no chance against Xinyan and pondered escape.

Letting them slip away? Not a chance for Xinyan. She turned ruthless, shattering one leg per thug.

Gazing at the agonized figures writhing and howling on the ground, she demanded coldly, “Who will speak first?”

Every one of them clenched their jaws, radiating fierce defiance.

Xinyan advanced to the closest man, a dagger materializing in her grasp as she drove it savagely into his thigh: “I’ll ask you again, who will start?”

Her words barely out, she wrenched the dagger free.

A shrill scream tore from him as he clutched the spurting wound in agony, fingers failing to stem the crimson flood seeping through.

Terror surged in their eyes—they’d never dreamed they’d suffer such a gruesome end.

As she turned toward the next, he wailed in dread, “Don’t come over, I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”

Xinyan paused, gesturing at the man stemming his blood: “One lie, and you join him.”

The man shook his head wildly at her: “No, I wouldn’t dare. We’re under orders from the old patriarch of the Xue Family to capture you.”

Xinyan’s expression iced over: “Xue Family, which Xue Family?”

Another man bellowed, “Sun Ming, if you want to die, don’t drag us with you.”

Noticing the interference, Xinyan seized their stick and cracked it across him, plunging the scene into dead silence.

She jabbed the stick at the survivors: “Avoid his fate? Then spill everything honestly.”

She strode back to Sun Ming, eyes piercing: “Keep going.”

Sun Ming stammered, “Beijing’s Xue Family, we’re under orders from Xue....”

Mid-sentence, a rock whistled toward him; Xinyan flicked her stick to redirect it, smashing into the man beside Sun Ming.

A cry erupted as blood welled instantly on the man’s forehead.

Shaken, Sun Ming whirled on the thrower: “Zhao Guangshan, you damn it, you want to kill me.”

Zhao Guangshan snarled back, “Sun Ming, who exactly is wanting whose life? You only need to save yourself, but what about us?”

Guilt twisted across Sun Ming’s face, his features knotted in turmoil.

Ever perceptive, Xinyan surmised that unlike Sun Ming, the others’ families likely fell under the mastermind’s grip.

Pity held no sway for Xinyan, no matter the cause; she hoisted her stick, poised to smash his remaining leg.

Sun Ming flinched hard: “Wait, I’ll talk, I’ll talk now.”

He shot a look at his earlier curser, squeezed his eyes shut, and confessed: “We act on the orders of the Family Head of the Xue Family to intercept you.”

Xinyan fired back instantly: “Who is the Xue Family Head?”

Beijing teemed with Xue clans—who could tell which head he referenced?

Facing the girl’s hostile glare, Sun Ming grasped that lies could cost his life: “Xue Yishan, Master Xue.”

The name ignited a memory in Xinyan’s mind: “What’s Xue Hongjuan to him?”

Sun Ming blurted in desperation: “She is Master Xue’s granddaughter.”

Stunned for a beat, Xinyan reflected—she and her dad had pegged it as the three families’ holdouts seeking capture for talks, yet it proved otherwise, dragging in the Xue Family no less.

Clearly, secrets eluded even her dad.

Xinyan fixed Sun Ming with a stare: “What’s the relationship between the Xue Family and the Miao Family and Li Family in Beijing?”

Sun Ming shook his head: “I don’t know this, I swear, I’ve told you everything I know, please let me go.”