Sun Haoming, like the human cannon that Yang Ming had just spoken of, instantly flew off of the motorcycle. He fell heavily to the roadside.
Yang Ming's body was still agile. The assassin training recently wasn't for nothing. His reflexes were naturally stronger than Sun Haoming's. Although he also flew out, he adjusted his body's center of gravity which allowed him to land with balance on the ground. Therefore, he didn't suffer any injuries.
The motorcycle was still emitting green smoke; the rear wheel was still spinning; the engine was still roaring.
Yang Ming smiled and shook his head. Do you need to laugh until this point? We are done, right? It's a tragedy now, right?
Yang Ming stood up and came to Sun Haoming, "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Sun Haoming didn't answer, but his mouth was mumbling in the air, "Junior high school classmates... human cannon..."
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