With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.,In almost the blink of an eye, a fire raged outside, roaring like a ferocious dragon.,To know that few in the entire city could produce such a large amount of kerosene, who wanted Yun An'an dead, and what was their motive。