Seeing Qin Long charge from Yang Shao's left, Zhao Rong couldn't be bothered to use his Special Abilities. He simply grabbed a nearby ashtray and hurled it at the man.
THWACK! The heavy glass, thrown with all of Zhao Rong's might, struck Qin Long squarely in the mouth, knocking out eight of his teeth. Before he could even get close, the knife-wielding thug was sent sprawling to the ground, scrambling for his lost teeth.
Seeing Qin Long taken down by a single ashtray, Baihu, to Yang Shao's right, roared, "Zhao Rong, is that all you've got? What else can you do besides throw ashtrays? Take this!"
As Baihu charged, aiming a lethal strike at Zhao Rong's heart, Zhao Rong instantly teleported. He vanished and reappeared behind Baihu, a brick he'd snatched from the ground now in his hand. He smacked it firmly against the back of Baihu's head. "Bro, you're right," Zhao Rong said calmly. "Besides throwing ashtrays, I'm also pretty good at smacking people with bricks."
