The Cobra’s expression darkened, and he swept his piercing gaze around the room. He was greeted by the sight of beer bottle after beer bottle.
Smash, smash, smash, smash!
The bottles shot out like cannonballs and sent each man sprawling. Each bottle met its target with deadly accuracy!
“Who’s being such a f*cking coward? Come out and face me if you have the balls!” roared the Cobra furiously.
No ordinary man could send a dozen men flying with just beer bottles.
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