Chapter 203 Mr. Wen, bad news, Liu Jin is dead.

Jiang Lan's side, Wen Zhiyan, spent huge sums of money and relied on big connections to not let him suffer any loss.

But the environment inside was not as good as outside. During Jiang Lan's susceptible period, she could still receive special care and live in a single room, so no one could fault her.

But once the susceptible period is over, you have to change to an ordinary cell.

The people inside took money to do things, allowing Jiang Lan to stay for a few more days. It was not until another alpha who committed a crime during the susceptible period came in that he had to move out.

The police officer who took him away only called his number, and before he went out, he said:

"There are rules inside, but you don't have to be afraid of anything. Do you understand what I mean?"

Jiang Lan knew what was going on here. According to the rules, each cell has its own boss. Unless something big happens, no one will take care of it, and no one will break this rule.

As soon as he heard what the police officer said, he knew that Wen Zhiyan had already taken care of the relationship between his superiors and subordinates, and all he needed to do was not to let himself suffer.

Jiang Lan hummed: "Thank you."

Ordinary prison cells are eight-person rooms, so the environment is inevitably bad. The big bunk room, next to the toilet, is small and dark, without even a window.

In addition to the large bunk, there is a bunk bed in this cell. The upper bunk is empty, and a middle-aged alpha is lying on the lower bunk, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Jiang Lan was brought into the cell. As soon as the police officer turned around and left, the eyes of other people in the cell fell directly on Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan looked around the narrow cell. It was probably because there were so many people and there was no ventilation, and there was a strange smell mixed with it.

He raised his hand to cover his nose and looked at the big bunk where six people were sitting, crowded together. There was no place to sleep at all.

The six people just stared at Jiang Lan with unkind expressions.

The bed was already crowded, and it was more or less okay for the six people there before. But if one more person came in, it would be crowded when sleeping at night.

Alphas have a militant element in their bones, and there is no need to mention any rules or irregularities. They are born to be xenophobic.

Jiang Lan didn't care much about this. He didn't even plan to squeeze in with these people and walked straight to the bunk bed.

There was no bedding on the upper bunk, just a bare wooden board, so no one could sleep on it.

Jiang Lan lowered his eyes, looked down at the middle-aged alpha lying on the single bed, and said politely:

"Excuse me, brother, make some room."

The middle-aged alpha may be a habitual criminal and often comes and goes in this cell . Go, after hearing the words, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Lan: "Are you talking to me?"

Jiang Lan said matter-of-factly: "What else?"

The middle-aged alpha didn't say anything, and just said something to another young alpha sitting on the Chase bunk. With a glance, the young alpha rushed over and waved his fist at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan is physically strong and good, but he is not a martial artist.

If it were a fist and kick competition, he would definitely suffer, but the people here are all alphas, and there is a strict pheromone hierarchy between alphas.

In situations of the same level, or about the same level, whoever has the stronger fist will be the boss.

But if the gap is too big, it will be absolute suppression.

Jiang Lan nimbly dodged the man's fist, and in the next second, high-concentration attack pheromones poured out from his neck, sweeping through the entire airtight prison cell.

The alpha, who was about to attack Jiang Lan again, immediately covered the back of his neck, his legs went numb, and he knelt down.

The rest of the people were affected, and their expressions changed drastically.

Even the middle-aged alpha, who was lying leisurely on the bed just now, had his hands and feet limp and covered the back of his neck in pain.

Jiang Lan didn't come here to stir up trouble, he just wanted a more comfortable position.

He put away the pheromones and said to the middle-aged alpha again:

"Excuse me, brother, make some room."

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At this time, Wen Zhiyan became the new boss of the prison cell by showing off his power over Jiang Lan. Don't know anything about it.

He miscalculated.

Originally, he thought that forcing Ni Dan and killing them all would make Ni Dan know what it means to be afraid.

But I didn't expect that Ni Dan not only had back-up tactics, but was also completely vicious. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was ruthless.

As soon as he came out of the rest room of the office this morning, preparing to implement the next acquisition plan, his assistant knocked on the door and said to Wen with a heavy face:

"Mr. Wen, bad news, Liu Jin is dead."

Wen Hearing this, Zhiyan raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "How did you die?"

The assistant said: "He was found dead in the bathtub with his wrists cut in the middle of the night yesterday. The current result given by the forensic doctor is suicide."

Liu Jin insisted that it was suicide. Jiang Lan wanted to violate him and force him to go into heat, so Wen Zhiyan found someone to support his relationship and wasted time, so the matter was not submitted for processing, and he only waited for Liu Jin to change his mind.

Now that Liu Jin is dead, whether it is public opinion or anything else, they will only think that Liu Jin was forced to have no choice, felt the injustice of the law, and was desperate for life, the government, and society.

If this is the case, it is basically impossible for this matter to turn around.

Rich families have a lot of secrets, and no one is easy to mess with.

Ni Dan was so desperate that he was ready to die.

Wen Zhiyan lit a cigarette and fell into silence.

In this situation, even Ru Wen, who was calm and composed, could not help but panic.

His mind was running rapidly, trying to think of all the possibilities that could change this matter.

After a long time, he curled his fingertips, restrained their slight trembling, and dialed Qiao Xin's father's number.

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Liu Jin died. The pressure from public opinion is too great. All kinds of media are paying attention to this matter. Almost every day reports are centered on these things. When the pressure from above comes down, the forced officials Jiang Lan's case cannot be allowed to drag on any longer.

On the day of the trial, reporters from various media, Jiang Lan's fans, and melon-eating crowds crowded outside the court.

Jiang Lan stood in the court with a normal expression. It was hard to tell what was going on in his mind, and it was not clear whether he was fearless or simply numb.

He looked at the spectators in the seats, but did not see Wen Zhiyan.

Jiang Lan nodded and said hello to the lawyer sent by Wen Zhiyan, then continued to lower his head, wondering what he was thinking.

When he knew that Liu Jin was dead, he felt extremely desperate.

But after a sleepless night, he was already prepared for the worst, and it was time to eat and drink.

Liu Jin's death was not his fault, forcing the omega to go into heat, and the attempted assault was not a fatal crime, and he was still in a susceptible period at the time, so even if he was imprisoned unjustly, it would only be a few years.

He no longer thinks about his future. He now has a large amount of savings, a garage, and has terminated his contract with the company.

Even if things change and people change after he comes out, and Wen Zhiyan no longer waits for him, he can still live a carefree life.

It doesn't matter.

But before going to bed last night, a police officer suddenly came to him and said to him:

"Sleep peacefully, it can be solved."