C249 Self-defense

Just as Chen Xing and the big cat were eating lunch and discussing their next step, in the distant red house, a middle-aged man was wiping a white porcelain plate in the bar counter.

He had a thin face, a mustache, and a shirt that was stained with oil. He was wearing a dirty apron and a dirty apron tied around his waist. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes were half-opened