After positioning Amilia's position, Yu Fei hurriedly hung up the phone and then quickly put on his clothes.

A British gentleman black suit was worn on his straight body, his upright figure and a strong face, so heroic.

Dressed neatly and put on a black gentleman's hat, Yu Fei walked out of the door of the hotel where he lived.

When he got outside, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, dear Mr. Wolf, do you know what time it is now?" Stieve's lazy voice came from the phone. Obviously, she was dreaming.

"Sister Stieve, I'm sorry to disturb your dream. An unexpected incident occurred. Our actions were advanced." Yu Fei said solemnly.

"Ah? What happened?" Stieve was a little surprised.

"Once the big figure of the Al family, Ott was shot tonight, and Amilia suspected that it was Aliton's murderer." Yu Fei replied: "I'll go downstairs right now."

"Ok, I'll get up right away." After such a big incident, Stieve didn't dare to neglect. As a local and as a friend of Amelia, she knew better than Yu Fei about Ott's weight.

Whether in the Al family or in society, this person has great influence, and his death is not a problem.

It is estimated that the front page headlines of Ming newspapers are his news.

Soon, Stieve got up and went downstairs to welcome Yu Fei into the living room of his house.

Originally, she was trying hard to ask Yu Fei to live in her own house, but unfortunately Yu Fei refused to do so, for fear of being eaten by this fierce muscular woman at night.

In the living room, Stieve opened the news channel of his TV. In the news, there were indeed news reports about Otter's death.

"Wolf, if it's really Aliton's move, then he's too crazy." Stieve stared at the TV and frowned and said, "The next step is Amilia. Does he want to seize the throne?" "It's normal to seize the throne." Yu Fei took the speech indifferently: "I thought this guy was an ambitious guy at the beginning, but unfortunately, Grandpa Amilia did not care about my bodyguard. As a result, he focused on cultivating Aliton, and hoped that he could help Amili.

Ya is managing the business of the Al family."

"The result now is that the old man dug a hole for himself." Stieve shrugged: "It seems that he is a confused person. If he knew the result today, he would probably regret it. It's a pity..., haha..."

Stevie's word "hehe" represents what she wants to express.

"Really, these are all the bitter fruits they planted themselves, and we have no obligation to help them." Stieve looked a little reluctant.

Yu Fei stared at her and smiled: "Stivi, you're just a stubborn person. I don't believe you are such a kind of stalwart person. I really don't want to help Amelia, after all, you were the best friends before."

"Oh..." Stieve sighed helplessly: "Forget it, no, what do you do."

"I don't have much time, and I have to return to China immediately after finishing this matter, so I'll use a quick knife to cut the mess." Yu Fei's expression trembled, and a sharp cold light burst into his eyes.

...

"Pierre, you're crazy, who told you to kill Orte."

In the living room of a villa in the dark, Aliton pointed to a young man with a long blue head and asked. "Brother, if you don't get rid of that old guy, you know, you will definitely lose in Ming's vote, you know the influence of the old guy." Peel said disapprovingly: "I killed him, just to clear the obstacles for your victory.

Oh no, it should be clearing the obstacles for you to seize the responsibility of the Al family."

"Besides, I heard you have wanted to kill that old guy several times. Now the old guy is dead, isn't that right?"

Not only did Peel not know his mistake, he looked like he was successful.

"You are simply stupid." Aliton said angrily: "Even if you want to kill that old guy, you can't kill it now, let alone kill it shortly after the evening meeting. Now that you kill him, it's easy for people to doubt me, do you understand?"

Peel was stunned by this: "Uh, brother, I really didn't consider this level."

"Damn, you're just a stupid pig." Aliton was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

"Brother, don't be angry. Since I did this, I promise that people won't doubt you." Peel promised.

"How do you guarantee? Can you still stop it from suspicion?" Aliton asked angrily. "It's very simple." Pier smiled sinisterly: "Brother, I will provide you with clues about the murderer. You will help the police bring those killers to justice. In this way, not only will no one suspect that you are the mastermind behind the scenes, but the newspapers will also praise you for finding the murderer for your achievements.

labor."

"Are you crazy?" Aliton scolded: "Aren't you afraid that the killer will confess you?" "Haha..." Peel smiled proudly and said: "Don't worry, I contacted the killers on the phone. When I was talking to them, I even handled the voice. They didn't know who I was, and they didn't know even if they caught the murderer.

It's me."

"This..." Aliton was silent, and was really moved.

If he really helped the police to arrest the murderer and avenge Ott, he would definitely win the favor of those veterans, and then Ming would have much chance of winning the vote.

"Okay, that's it." After Aliton thought about it, he waved his hand: "You go and prepare, remember, it's important, and you have to make sure that there is no problem. Otherwise, the police officer will not spare you, and I will not spare you."

"Ok, ok. Make sure there is no problem." Peel swore to promise to leave quickly. Aliton picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Harrow, Mr. Sheriff, I am Aliton. I found the clues of the murderer who cruelly killed Mr. Ott. I was personally leading people to search......, don't worry, Mr. Sheriff, I will

Pay attention to your safety. These bandits are crazy and kill our respected Mr. Ott. I will never let them go. They must be brought to justice.

...

"Harrow, dear Mr. Killer, I have prepared the money you want. I will immediately have someone put the money at the scheduled location. You will come here to collect it in ten minutes."

In the underground garage, Peel stuffed a heavy suitcase into the carriage and notified the killer by phone.

He installed a voice changer software on his phone, and the sound he went out was like the voice of a middle-aged man, not the voice of a young man at all.

The other party did mistakenly think that their financial owner was a middle-aged man, but he didn't expect it to be a young man like Pier.

"Oh, sir, you are so happy. I'll arrange someone to pick it up now." The killer on the phone said excitedly.

In fact, transferring money should be more convenient, but the killer was worried that the transfer would be investigated by the police through the banking system, so he asked to send cash directly.

"Mr. Killer, are you worried about taking £1.1 million? I'll give you a suggestion, it's best to get it yourself, what about you?" Pier asked with a smile.

"Oh, yes, you are such a sincere gentleman. It's a great time to work with you. I hope to work with you next time."

"No problem. Just settled, bye."

Peel hung up the phone and sneered: "Silly guy, it's a pity that there's no next time."
Chapter completed!