Fu Youhan was well aware of Si Lin's unruly behavior and thus did not continue to pursue the matter.
He personally led people to search through the back street, house by house, but still could not find any trace of Dead Ghost and the others.
Until three o'clock in the morning, there was still no result.
Chi Jing couldn't help but mutter, "Could it be that these three people have the ability to fly or burrow into the ground?"
"It's impossible for them to burrow, it must be an inside job," Fu Youhan said.
"Then who is helping them? The only one who left the back street was Young Master Si's car."
Chi Jing's words caused Fu Youhan's dark pupils to narrow slightly…
At this moment, Old Master Fu's call came in again.
"Where are you? I've tried calling you several times, why didn't you answer?"
Fu Youhan lit a cigarette, took a couple of drags before responding with amused interest: "I'm at Night Color, the music was too loud, I didn't hear it! What's up?"
