Faced with the police's demands, Ma Junlan actually dared to play little tricks, but she did not dare to try them on Wang Yan. She knew who Wang Yan was, and her standing was no longer low either, so she had access to certain information. Her beauty salon was especially large—properly speaking, it was a beauty club catering to high-end clients. All the major incidents in Ping'an City over the past month had been caused by Wang Yan.
She could get away with pretending to throw a little tantrum before, but if she truly angered Wang Yan and he turned around to deal with the rich man currently backing her, she would be the one to suffer in the end.
As Wang Yan listened to Ma Junlan's account, he faithfully wrote it down in his notebook.
This woman was quite something. She had started mixing in society at seventeen. Aside from the first two men she found, who had no money, every man afterward had been richer than the last. In total, she could remember fifteen men whose names and specific information she knew.
She was thirty-six this year. Over nineteen years, she had been involved with fifteen men. And those were only the ones she could name and provide details on; there definitely had to be a few others she did not remember.
Wang Yan took this very seriously, because none of it had appeared in the previous case files. In other words, the previous task force had not investigated this angle.
The dismemberment case looked more like the work of a deranged killer robbing for money, so the earlier investigation had focused primarily on the two hundred thousand yuan. Not to mention 2005—even now, two hundred thousand yuan was enough to drive someone at the end of their