Sowerbutt's Armour

The fist came out of nowhere, landing on Panda’s chest, its impact blunted by the shotgun hidden under his leather coat. “Dear God,” the ginger-haired man shouted, wringing his hand. “What have you got under there, you bastard? A suit of armour.”

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