C242 Eight Tigers Barbecue Restaurant

Before he could finish his sentence, the distinctive leopard claw print on the sole of a running shoe loomed larger and larger in Kong Wu's eyes. Without time to react, the shoe connected squarely with his face. The forceful kick sent Kong Wu flying backward, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and stars danced before his eyes.

"Self-defense