140 The Tragic Battle: Part 2

Ten minutes after gunshots had stopped, and the sky had just begun to turn bright, Dao Ling and Crow brought Shad and the other two police officers walking through the broken door of Ironfist Society.

 "What the heck?" Shad exclaimed quietly as he took a glance at a piece of the broken door. At the thickness of a palm, the wooden door had broken up into a dozen pieces, strewn on the yard in front of the society's premises. What had caused this destructive damage? Handgun or grenade launcher? No. there was no burnt marks from the explosive. Shad was stunned and began to speculate.

Meanwhile, Dao Ling had gone into the main hall. So, he quickly followed. As soon as they were in the main hall, the first person they saw was Lin Sheng, who was sitting on a chair, and the body of a jumbo mantis.

"Congratulations for the victory." Lin Sheng's face was calm, voice loud and clear, exuding a domineering presence.