But he is afraid, and others are even more afraid.

He dug in, and others also dug in.

For a moment, everyone rushed to hug me and you pushed me to get up.

"Don't be impatient, everyone has a share." Yan Mubei sneered gloomily and winked at the man holding the whip.

The bodyguard held a long whip and swung it forward fiercely, hitting the man at the front.

Deng Liang stepped forward, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood with his legs apart. His face was expressionless: "Young Master Yan will give you one last chance to speak out and get out alive. Otherwise, you will be buried alive like Luo Ning."

Luo Ning was the man who was hung up and beaten just now, and finally passed out and was bagged and buried.

Everyone's eyes glanced behind him, to the lower left corner.

The two bodyguards loaded the sealed sacks onto the cart and pushed the cart toward the mountains outside.

That's right, this place is deep in the mountains, and the screams of the sky and the earth cannot be heard.

Here, the only way to survive is to confess.

Everyone trembled for a while, and suddenly someone stood up in the crowd: "I say, I say, I will say anything, Master Yan, please don't kill me."

"Zhang Shi, are you crazy?" Someone stopped him: "Don't say it, everyone will die if you say it..."

However, his words did not appease everyone. When they personally witnessed the process of being brutally beaten to death, they understood that they could no longer remain silent.

Immediately afterwards, a second person rushed to shout: "I also said that this matter has nothing to do with me. Really, Mr. Yan, it was all He Yiwu's idea."

Then the third and fourth stood up: "They replaced the goods and sold the original goods to Brother Hei. Brother Hei knew about it, and Brother Bao also knew about it."

Finally, everyone stood up, their faces frightened and frightened, and told them all the things they had planned before.

It turned out that Yan Mubei's place on Dongjia Street was maliciously disrupted.

Nightclubs in every city are a paradise for drugs and the best sales outlets for drug traffickers.

Similarly, Yan Mubei, who made his fortune by working in the underworld, was the most aggressive in his shop, and his drug profits always occupied the highest position.

He has a long-standing relationship with the Southeast Asian market. He gets the goods directly and sells them directly in his own store, and the profit he gets is the highest.

The goods have always been good, the sales have been good, the relationship has been good, and there have never been any major problems.

Just a few days ago, there was an incident where the contents of the safe were exchanged.

Yan Mubei's narrow brown eyes narrowed, exuding a dangerous aura: "Which Black Brother? Which Leopard Brother?"

Deng Liang pulled the man who mentioned this name out of the crowd and threw him away.

Step forward again, reach out and press the other person's back collar, and put his head on the ground, like a dog looking for food.

The man knelt at Yan Mubei's feet, his whole body trembling, and he immediately regretted that he had said too much.

But even if you don't say it, you have already said it. If you can't say it, you must explain it clearly: "Brother Heihei is a member of Mr. Chai, and Brother Bao is...it is Zheng Jiarong."

Deng Liang explained: "Zheng Jiarong is the deputy manager of the nightclub."

Yan Mubei paused while tapping the table, with a profound expression: "In other words, my people replaced my goods and then sold them to my enemies? And the two million worth of goods in my hand became

Low-quality powder not worth 20,000 yuan.”

He always spoke slowly, with a somewhat lazy tone.

But it gives people a very scary and dangerous feeling.

After he finished speaking, the groans of pain in the audience quieted down, leaving only the faint sound of gasping.
Chapter completed!