Sun Li's flying legs were firmly kicked on the throwing stick. This time, Sun Li did not kick the throwing stick to fly, but kicked the throwing stick directly and stiffly. Kicking the broken leg of the throwing stick did not stop at all, but still with boundless momentum and strength kicked the little gangster on the chest.

'Ah!'

The little bastard shouted, flew out, flew straight four or five meters, and then fell heavily on the ground.

When he saw the scene, Huang Mao's mixed eyes suddenly squinted. He looked at Sun Li and muttered in his heart.

"This kid really seems to have two moments. Look at this...