How could the police let him go easily if such a dangerous person?
He caught a small murder case and vowed to drag him into the cell.
Ten million cash flow is not without Yan Mubei, but he happened to transfer 60 million to Lin Qianqian a few days ago.
Now, only six million people can immediately make a guarantee mortgage.
He is not ashamed to do such acts as asking Lin Qianqian for money.
In desperation, he asked Deng Liang to contact his mother.
Soon Yan Yongzhi came and the bail was also here. The lawyer team burned his butt to complete various guarantee procedures for him.
When I came out, it was already after ten o'clock in the evening.
He did not go back to the villa, but continued to track down the previous clues.
Unexpectedly, after such a mistake, when he arrived at the rental house, a dead body was waiting for him.
Yan Mubei saw that his face changed, and he stopped the bodyguards who followed him and wanted to enter the house. His voice was deep: "Let's go."
As expected, as he turned around and went downstairs, a long sirens sounded downstairs.
Deng Liang looked out from the window of the stairwell and saw the street downstairs full of red police cars. At first glance, he looked imposing.
He shrank his head: "Young Master Yan, I'm afraid I can't go downstairs in the current situation."
They had just left the police station, and such a large group of people were now in the building with dead bodies, so the suspect was naturally the most.
Besides, the plot set by the murderer behind the scenes is nothing more than pushing him Yan Mubei to death.
Yan Mubei couldn't help but sneer, his eyes as cold as ice: "I want to blame me? It's not that easy."
After saying that, he asked Deng Liang and the others to turn back upstairs.
The bodyguards are not vegetarians, but there are so many of them that it is always inconvenient to stay together and move.
Besides, the sirens rang like thunder, and many residents looked through the house to see the truth, and saw them from afar, so scared that they closed the door.
Suddenly Yan Mubei stopped, thought for a while, and waved: "Deng Liang, please let Qi Yifeng bring a thousand people here."
Deng Liang was shocked when he heard this. Could it be that Young Master Yan wanted his subordinates to confront the police head-on?
One thousand people are not a small number.
Deng Liang hesitated: "Will this be too swagger?"
"Where do it, where does so much nonsense come from?"
"Yes, Young Master Yan."
Yan Mubei stood in the stairwell on the seventh floor, took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and slowly sucked it up.
Follow his bodyguards a few groups and guard their respective ways from afar. If anything happens, come back to report as soon as possible.
There were chaotic footsteps downstairs, and a large group of people rushed upstairs.
The police were moving very quickly. As they saw them getting closer, Deng Liang's cell phone suddenly rang.
Yan Mubei snatched it and issued an order directly: "Qi Yifeng, let them smash all the police cars."
Upon hearing this, Deng Liang looked at his master in disbelief, and even the bodyguards treated him were shocked.
Blasted all the police cars?
Isn’t this openly incompetent with the police?
After hearing this, Qi Yifeng paused and said, "I understand."
In less than ten seconds, a tide of people surged out of the street. They waved wooden sticks and iron rods and rushed towards the police car like crazy.
The shouts of thousands of people shocked the entire street in an instant, and even the tall buildings on both sides of the street.
At around 11 o'clock in the evening, some residents had already turned off the lights and went to bed, while some were still watching TV and killing time.