Chapter 24

Back at the restaurant, Lin Mo saw the receptionist who’d been behind the counter earlier—now slumped over the table, unconscious, sleeping like a baby.

The door to the inner rooms had been violently forced open, riddled with bullet holes. A few deep dents—clearly from punches—covered the reinforced metal, a clear trace of the attacker’s desperation.

It was an electronic security door, and a strong one at that. Despite the savage assault, it had only been forced open partway—just enough to make a half-meter-wide gap.