“Violence begets violence,” said Lao Tze. He slammed another clip into his gun, dodging a vicious swing from the nameless thug’s machete. Lao Tze kicked the man squarely in the groin and smashed his temples when he doubled over. “What you mete out returns unto you,” Lao Tze admonished him as he fell.
Turning, Lao Tze sprayed the room with bullets. “Powerful men are well-advised not to use violence,” he said. He pulled a grenade pin with his teeth, then lobbed the explosive into the next room. “Nothing grows where an army passes,” he said, crouching and covering his ears.
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