Bei Mingjun only glanced at it and was reluctant to look again. He turned around and walked into the hall, suddenly threw the phone to the ground, exerting great force, and the phone immediately split into pieces and there was no possibility of repair. It must have been Liao Xuebing! It must be him!

Since ascending to the throne of patriarch two days ago, he has greatly strengthened the guards at home, but he did not expect that it would still make people do this! In other words, it would be impossible for Liao Xuebing to attack himself in his sleep.

It's so terrible to think about it!

Liao Xuebing, I want to hang you like those dogs.

Bei Mingjun took a sip of the boiled water handed over by the maid, calmed down slightly, sat heavily on the sofa, and ordered his subordinates: "Captain Chen, immediately let someone clean up the dirty things, burn them all, and cut down the cherry trees. Now, I'm drawing a few people to drive, I don't want to live here anymore."

Damn, how can people live here? There is a villa by Yuzi Lake, so go there first.

He carefully hugged his wife, comforted her with tender words, and went to Rolls-Royce, and the secretary sitting in the front seat handed him a phone call: "Mr. Bei, Mr. Bei Yongxiao has something to ask you for trouble."

"Hmm? It's midnight. Could it be that his family was also hung up?" Bei Mingjun suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable tension. He didn't get the phone and fell into the car. He lowered his head to pick it up. Under the seat, a rigid and stiff woman stared at him coldly.

"Ah..." The screams penetrated into the carriage with excellent sound insulation, which shocked a few night crows.

Bei Mingjun almost broke his gallbladder, and even his beautiful wife didn't even bother to greet him. He rolled and crawled out of the car, and sat down to the ground without even feeling the pain. He said incoherently: "Ghost! Ghost! Dead, Dead!"

Captain Chen arrived with people and heard the sound. He endured his disgust and helped his wife down. He searched under the seat and moved out a cold naked female corpse. He had been dead for about three days and had corpse spots. The body's face was calm and there were no wounds. I don't know how to get it in.

Bei Mingjun thought of himself sitting on a corpse. He couldn't help but feel frightened. He covered his stomach and spit out a few mouthfuls of yellow gill and bitter water, shouting: "Hurry, why are you still standing there? Get it away!" Zhan Yueshang was at a loss and cried: "Ajun. Is there anything dirty at home making fun?"

Captain Chen just asked someone to move the body, and a sirens sounded from afar. More than a dozen police cars drove over, parked outside the courtyard, and jumped off dozens of policemen with live ammunition. Another inspector held an electronic speaker and shouted loudly: "Mr. Bei Mingjun, someone called the police. Please open the door immediately for us to check!"

Without waiting for him to react, the police had helped each other, climbed over the wall and surrounded him and the body.

Bei Mingjun was so depressed that he almost went crazy: Who called the police? Who else could there be except for Liao Xuebing's serial calls?

He waved his hand disgustedly: "Open the door and let them in."

The inspector came in arrogantly. He smiled and handed out a search warrant and said, "A body was lost in the city center hospital. Someone accused you of stolen it. Now it's true that everyone has all been stolen. We will prosecute you for the crime of stealing the corpse according to law."

Bei Mingjun returned to calm down and sneered: "Police Officer, what branch are you inspectors? Don't you want to stay in China Sea?"

There was someone behind the inspector, not afraid of threats, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just doing things according to the law. If you didn't break the law, how could I come to arrest you?" Behind him, a bunch of journalists from "China Overseas Morning Post", "Southern Pictorial" and "Roll River News" raised their cameras and took a special shot without saying a word.

The flash light flashed, dazzling. Bei Mingjun had reached the peak of his anger and pointed at them one by one: "You don't want to live anymore, right?"

Dozens of security guards surrounded the police in a fierce manner, and grabbed the reporter and slapped them a few times before snatching the camera and slapped them on the ground.

The inspector stopped his eager subordinates and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, we are just investigating the case according to law, let alone the search warrant issued by our superiors. Please do not interfere with official duties."

Bei Mingjun felt deeply humiliated. He failed to bribe Jia Chaoyang, the director of the General Police Bureau, to the end.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the secretary quickly called the mayor.

Not long after, the inspector received the mayor's call and his smile gradually faded. He greeted his subordinates: "Sorry, this is a misunderstanding, let's go."

"Just leave like that? Leave all the cameras, Captain Chen, sent someone to search their bodies, see who has extra things, and record their names, work units, and addresses. Also, if I hear a little wind tomorrow, you will be dead!"

The inspector was threatened by the mayor and had no choice but to instruct his subordinates: "Put down the weapons and let them check." The situation suddenly turned, and everyone was puzzled. Several reporters who had resisted more fiercely just now were beaten to vomit blood, but no one helped.

Bei Mingjun took his wife into the villa, his fingers trembled violently, and he took out the phone and called Bei Yongxiao again: "Ayong, you fucking Liao Xuebing as soon as possible, that bastard is becoming more and more rampant!"

A woman came from the phone

Bei Yongxiao cried in a low voice: "My wife's younger brother Tai Feng is dead. He just found his body in his living room. He died miserably. The last time he encircled the party and suppressed the flying car was the only one who was responsible for it."

Bei Mingjun suddenly became dumbfounded, slapped his slap, pushed away his wife who was extremely irritated by him, and shouted: "What did you say? Who did it?"

"Liao Xuebing, Tai Feng is still holding a note in his hand, which contains a message he sent to you. He said that he would forgive you if he only kneels in front of him and calls grandpa a hundred times."

Bei Mingjun almost crushed the phone: "This guy is too bullying! Ayong, you can send someone to the central hospital immediately to kill Bei Shixiang, as a warning to him. When a meeting is called at noon tomorrow, I will tear him to pieces."

"Bei Shixiang has been transferred, we can't find him."

"Beast! Then kill his whole family!"

Bei Mingjun couldn't go to Yuzi Lake Villa, so he sat in the bedroom until dawn, and the ashtray was stuffed with cigarette butts. When he thought of the thirty dogs with intestines and the female corpses under the car seat, he couldn't close his eyes.

When I had breakfast in the morning, I saw the fried noodles with chili peppers on the plate, which were like the internal organs of a dog's corpse. I couldn't help but feel sick to the extreme and kicked over the table.

The last bit of appetite was gone. Before getting on the bus, I had to have a thorough inspection of the car before rushing to the Star Building.

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Looking at the pedestrians on the street outside the window, there was no longer the feeling of being high above like the god of destiny. The first assistant Hong Shixun walked in and said, "Mr. Bei, the five leaders have arrived at the conference room and are waiting for you."

"Well, I got it, I'll go right away."

"One more thing."

"Tell me what's going on, don't let my mother-in-law and mother, you're not a woman!"

Hong Shixun said intimately: "Damn it, this monkey has a bigger temper every day." He whispered: "Lao Xuebing's people had contact with Ning Kelan last night."

Bei Mingjun nodded, no longer showing his feelings, and his heart became colder: "Liao Xuebing wants to defeat our alliances one by one. I have to restrain my emotions and don't let that kid die."

The conference room was smoky and everyone was smoking. Even Moron David, who never smoked, held a thick cigar in his mouth and lowered his head and did not speak.

Bei Caiju's forehead was bursting with veins. He was reading newspapers over and over again. Several scattered photos were placed on the round table.

No one nodded to him as usual, and walked straight to the middle to pick up one of them. In the photo, Tai Feng's dead face was terrifying, his stomach was broken, and white maggots crawled around inside. - The newly dying person would not have maggots, it was Xu Jianfeng who put it on to create a shocking visual effect.

Tang Zhiqian said: "Bei Caiju, what's going on with your newspaper? Can't even control your subordinates?"

"Why did I think he would attack the printing factory? More than a dozen people pressed guns on the heads of the printing workers and printed all the news. There were so many things this morning, how could I check every version?" Bei Caiju was also very frustrated.

Tang Zhiqian slapped the table: "Don't you have anyone under your command? Don't they know that these contents cannot be published?"

Bei Caiju spread his hands and said helplessly: "The matter decided in the hospital a few days ago has not been officially held yet. The editors under my command don't understand. Can I tell them about these contents without authorization?"

Bei Yongqu, president of Energy Group, said: "I began to doubt whether Mingjun has the ability to lead us."

Bei Mingjun picked up the newspaper coldly, and the content on it made people dizzy: "Infinite Shocking: Bei Mingjun, the real estate president of Bei Family Group, robbed corpses and raped corpses!"

"Last night, the police received a report from an anonymous person and personally searched the home of Bei Mingjun, the real estate president of Bei's Group, and found a naked female corpse stolen from the central hospital the day before yesterday. According to President Bei, he had a unique tinea raping body and could not control his own desires, so he came up with this bad plan."

There is also a photo under the title. Bei Mingjun's face was unstable in the night. Not far away was a corpse without clothes.

After all, people still take photos out. Today's society is well-developed in technology, and it is impossible to prevent them even if you want to.

The most important thing is not this, but the reporter who raised the bitch spread rumors that he likes to rape corpses! It's so boring!

Bei Mingjun suddenly felt severe chest tightness and squirted out a mouthful of blood from the sky.

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A roar came from the third floor of the Moon God Manor: "Liao Xuebing! You are peeking at someone changing clothes again! Get out quickly!"
Chapter completed!