By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,Wang Zhanggui, who was soundly asleep, heard someone say there was a fire. He thought it was a dream at first, but as the flames grew brighter and fiercer, he opened his eyes to see for himself.,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。