Could he be bleeding just from getting hit by it?!
At that moment, Fatty twisted with every ounce of strength in his body!
A perfect S-shaped high-speed descent!
Fatty barely avoided it.
Thank you, Virgin Mary.
Fatty clung desperately to the shield beneath his crotch.
"They're almost caught up!"
The excited shouts of the two men came from behind him.
As elite mercenaries proficient in mountain warfare, their rappelling skills were certainly not something a fat man could compare to.
Five seconds later, the tall man passed straight through the red light.
In an instant...
Blazing flames ignited, and a flaming skeleton rode a skateboard straight at Fatty.
Fatty happened to turn his head and saw the scene. His heart nearly leaped out of his throat.
"Fuck, fuck, someone's setting himself on fire!"
Amid a miserable howl, the shield beneath Fatty hit a U-shaped slope and instantly flew out.
It descended in a perfect arc...
Fatty, seated on the shield, plunged precisely into a water tunnel.
At last, there were no more of those damn beams.
Tears streamed down Fatty's face.
The shield drifted onward...
At the end of the winding waterways, Fatty seemed to see a familiar figure bending over and digging for something.
That white hair, that back—why did it look so much like Mu Fan?
What a coincidence?
Fatty lowered his head and swept his gaze over the area again.
Then he discovered that in a calm pool not far from the end of the waterway, a Sniper Rifle was quietly rising from the water, aimed at that figure's back.
Fuck?
Someone wanted to ambush Mu Fan.
Fatty suddenly realized that the direction the water tunnel was carrying him seemed to lead straight toward the Sniper Rifle.
Here goes!
He pushed with his ass.
Just as he