There was no panic on White Hair's face at all. He merely lowered the rocket launcher unhurriedly, its empty barrel aimed at the ground several meters below his feet.
The wind scattered his white hair, but it could not blow away the roguish air about him.
He let out a long sigh.
"My reputation as the Dingchuan Cannon King will be firmly established here from now on... sigh."
He gently shook his head, letting out a soul-stirring sigh like an elegant prince.
Then he lightly pulled the trigger.
Boom!
A violent blast of air erupted from the front of the rocket launcher.
White Hair, still suspended in midair, was instantly swallowed by the fierce shockwave.
A small white mushroom cloud rose from where he had been.
"Was there a High-Pressure Air Bullet loaded in that barrel?"
Seeing this, someone could not help crying out.
Because above that white mushroom cloud stood White Hair, still dashing as ever, the rocket launcher resting on both shoulders!
White Hair had actually ridden this blast into the clouds...
And he seemed to have risen more than ten meters above the ground.
At that height, no matter how strong a person was, it was impossible to jump straight up there.
And White Hair was still rising. Satisfied, he muttered to himself, "First shot, sacrifice to heaven."
The preprogrammed Longsterman Motorcycle made a turn and braked, stopping two hundred meters ahead on the road.
The dizzy fat man dry-heaved as he fell to the ground, then saw White Hair hovering in the air.
The fat man said blankly, "Is he trying to fly?"
Mu Fan, meanwhile, had no time to pay attention to that. His eyes rapidly tracked Queke's flickering figure as he said urgently, "Get out of here. That guy is too fast."
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