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When Mu Xuri “died accidentally” back then, he was just a teenager.

So many years have passed, and now, hardly anyone can recognize him.

But, there is someone who can steadfastly say, that is Mr.

Mu Xuri!

The old man looked up, and when he saw the figure sitting in the wheelchair, his heart trembled violently.

He is still alive…

Mu Xuri sat in the wheelchair, pushed by Wen Yu, slowly moving towards the podium.

On the podium, Mu Xuri glanced indifferently at the old man, then turned around to face the journalists.

“I am Mr. Xuri of the Mu Group, Mu Xuri, and I am pleased to see you all again.”

The audience erupted in shock; indeed, this really was Mu Xuri.

“I am here today to prove one thing,” Mu Xuri said slowly.

“He is indeed Baili Yang.

It was he who murdered my father back then, impersonated him, and seized the Mu family’s assets.”

“He later killed my second uncle, Mr.

Mu Canghai, and it was because of him that my legs became like this.

I have evidence of these things.”

“I have handed all the evidence over to the police, and I believe the police will give the Mu family an explanation.”

The audience immediately became tumultuous, with reporters eagerly raising their hands to ask questions.

But at the moment, the attendees, that is, the old man’s people, were already dumbfounded and wouldn’t give them the microphone.

Seeing no microphone available, the reporters stood up and started asking questions themselves.

“Mr.

Mu, can you show us the evidence?”

“Mr.

Mu, can you elaborate on the matter of Baili Xia killing your father back then?”

“…”

The reporters had many questions in their minds, and the scene was on the verge of losing control.

Mu Xuri was very pleased with this situation; this was exactly what he wanted.

With media involvement, once this matter was delved into deeply, Baili Yang could never turn things around.

“Everyone, please don’t worry. The police will give us an explanation and will also give you an explanation.”

As he was speaking, dozens of policemen, marching in formation, ran in at the entrance.

The officer leading the front walked up to Mu Xuri and said in a deep voice, “Mr.

Mu, after receiving your report data, we take this case very seriously.”

“The bureau now requires us to take the person back first and then conduct a thorough investigation.”

Mu Xuri nodded slightly, his gaze drifting towards the old man, Baili Yang, not far away.

Baili Yang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them.

He looked at Mu Xiaojiu and said hoarsely, “I didn’t kill Mu Zhentian.

He was my brother through thick and thin for decades.

How could I kill him?”

“And I certainly didn’t kill Mu Canghai!”

Upon hearing Mu Canghai’s name, Mu Xiaojiu’s expression noticeably turned colder.

But he said nothing, as there were police present, and the remaining matters should be handled by them.

The officer came over, looked at Baili Yang, and said blandly, “Mu…”

He thought it over and realized that addressing him like that was no longer appropriate.

He corrected himself, “We will investigate this matter, but for now, we need to take you back to the bureau.”

Baili Yang glared at him and said angrily, “I will not go. Do you have an arrest warrant? Come back to arrest me when you have concrete evidence.”

He knew that once he went to the bureau, he would never have another chance.

The officer looked at Mu Xuri, as if waiting for him to speak.

He was now in a bit of a dilemma, as the evidence had just been submitted, and an arrest warrant had not yet been obtained.

Usually, a suspect could be apprehended, but for someone of such status, without substantial documentation, he dared not act, as the implications were too great.

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