Here's Shang-Chi taking on a suspiciously Bruce Lee-looking bully, and teaching a young kid a life lesson, by showing us all that violence is not the way, and pontificating endlessly about same. This could easily've been an episode of Kung Fu back in the day, yet Shang somehow isn't as smug or pleased with himself as David Carradine, maybe because he's actually still a kid himself, and is therefore not always completely sure about everything. I actually always preferred his appearances in Deadly Hands to his regular series, great as it undoubtedly was. The one-off stories seemed to work better for some reason, even if Shang never seemed to actually live anywhere, wandering the streets of New York barefoot as he did.
By the way, that magnificent cover painting? Doesn't happen anywhere inside the book. You'd think Shang-Chi versus Bruce Lee would've been the obvious choice, and sold more, wouldn't you?
