After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin looked at the policeman who turned around three times, then looked at Zhang Boer lying on the table, and nodded.

"It's not unreasonable. This guy is too rich."

Is the police's suspicion also reasonable?

"Boss, the police seem to think you murdered Zhang Bo'er."

Lin Yu, the silly princess, understood it all. Feng Yin looked at her funny and asked, "What do you think?"

"I don't think...the boss can."

"How come I didn't know you had so much confidence in me?"

Lin Yu chuckled, pointed at himself and said, "I think I am the boss's number one target."

Feng Yin almost spit out the drink in his mouth.

"How can you compare with Zhang Bo'er? He is alone, has no father and mother, and has huge wealth. You can't be ranked in front of him."

Lin Yu thought for a moment.

"But I'm richer than him!"

The conversation between the two people made Zhang Boer, who was opposite him, sober up.

"Boss, can you two change places to discuss killing me?"

Feng Yin put down the skewers in his hands and shook his head.

"No, I say one is one and two is two. How can I do things behind your back?"

The chat between the three people was bloody and messy.

After a barbecue and a beer, Feng Yin became the driver.

When Feng Yin sat behind the steering wheel, she stroked the steering wheel with both hands, and a feeling of nostalgia spread wantonly.

"Boss, brake with your left foot and accelerator with your right foot. That's where the ignition is."

The co-pilot Zhang Boer clicked on a point and asked a little worriedly: "Boss, can you drive?"

It seems that he has never seen Feng Yin driving?

"It's been a while since I touched the steering wheel. Fasten your seat belt and let's go."

Ignite, start, and go, all in one go.

Feng Yin, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, had handsome movements and nimble feet, but the speed limit affected his performance.My hands were a little itchy, and I wanted to step harder on my feet, but I held back.

When a luxury car goes out, the distance between the front, rear, left and right cars is very good.

For example, for Feng Yin now, the cars on the front, back, left and right are all a certain distance away from her.

Moving along with the traffic, the speed of the car ahead suddenly slowed down. Feng Yin curiously eased off the accelerator and saw the blue and red lights flashing.

"Oh—drunk driving."

There is a roadblock ahead to check for drunk driving.

Feng Yin followed the car forward slowly, with the car window down, one hand half resting on the car window, and his head tilted.

Lin Yu, who was in the back seat, looked at Feng Yin's appearance, and her urge to hand over a cigarette reached its peak.

That hand, how beautiful it is!How suitable it would be if you put a cigarette on it.

Zhang Bo'er next to him was thinking: It turns out that the boss knows how to drive.As expected, his status as a driver still depends on buying a car. Should he upgrade his current business car?
What is Feng Yin thinking?

She was thinking it would be nice to have some excitement.

"Buzz--buzz--"

"Stop! Stop!"

Here comes the excitement!

Feng Yin looked ahead. A black car bravely broke through the drunk driving roadblock and drove up in the other direction, preparing to escape.

"It came just right!"

Feng Yin, whose hands had been itchy for a long time, stepped on the accelerator and brake smoothly and naturally with one hand, steering the wheel with one hand, and controlling the handbrake with the other hand. With a perfect drift, he slipped through the gap in the roadblock.

"I'll help you chase him!"

Feng Yin's shouting remained in the air. Under the gaze of everyone, a luxury car sped away, chasing the black car.

"Buzzing" sirens sounded from behind the two cars, and the chase started quickly.

It ends faster.

Before Feng Yin showed his superb skills, he saw the black car in front of him hit the guardrail, and the front hood was smoking.