Receiving a phone call in the middle of the night was already a common occurrence for Ouyang Lei; the only surprise this time was that the call came from the man, Lin Mubai.

He slightly furrowed his brows and didn’t ask much, immediately agreeing: "I’ll be at the Police Station in half an hour. If you arrive first, just wait for me inside."

"Okay."

As expected, half an hour later, Ouyang Lei’s car parked in the lot in front of the Police Station, and he quickly got out of the car and entered the station.

The night-shift security officers, seeing him return, assumed a major case was unfolding, and their faces turned tense with concern. However, he simply waved his hand lightly at them and asked: "Has anyone come looking for me?"

A police officer who had just escorted Lin Mubai and Han Xiayang to the station immediately approached and reported: "Director, they’ve been arranged in the lounge."

"Alright, I know. You all go about your business, no need to be nervous; I’ll call for you if needed."

"Yes, Director."

Inside the lounge of the Police Station, since arriving, Han Xiayang paced back and forth, looking agitated, while Lin Mubai, on the other hand, sat quietly there ever since entering, pondering something unknown.

Upon seeing Ouyang Lei walk in, Han Xiayang immediately approached with a tense expression.

Looking at him, visibly agitated, he couldn’t help but ask: "Why call me over so late at night? What’s the matter?"

Han Xiayang hurriedly explained the situation, though he concealed that it might be a matter of alleged entanglement. After all, the man before him could be considered half a rival in love; how could he lose face before a rival? Yet, seeking his help was inevitable, so he resorted to a partial explanation, leaving parts unsaid.

Ouyang Lei’s expression instantly turned serious; he neither looked at Han Xiayang nor told him what to do, instead directing his stern gaze at Lin Mubai, who remained silent and still, repeating the question: "What exactly happened?"

At this moment, Young Master Lin raised his eyes indifferently, meeting his gaze: "The situation is pretty much as Han Xiayang described. We returned from S City, and the three women were nowhere to be found. We’ve searched many places already without any signs, so we came to see if you might have any solutions. Additionally, when Shen Mengqi and Lan Xinxixi asked you for leave, did they mention any reasons?"

With uncertainty surrounding some matters, he couldn’t reveal much at this point. Hence, the so-called entanglement with the women, Lin Mubai automatically covered for Han Xiayang.

Meanwhile, he understood more than anyone else that Ouyang Lei deeply cared about his wife; if it turned out these women disappeared due to such matters, he suspected they’d be severely punished on the spot.

Not that they couldn’t hold their ground.

Honestly speaking, they really couldn’t; this man was rumored to be unmatched in combat during his time in the forces, and those without professional training likely stood no chance against him—dealing with ordinary people was possible, but going against him would be courting disaster.

However, sometimes the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

While the three men contemplated their next moves, Han Xiayang’s phone chimed with a notification from WeChat.