Retired War God Yang

Wang Qiang wanted to change the direction of the gun, but it was too late. There was no fear in his eyes, only intense hatred and unwillingness.,Before he could even pull the trigger, the armed hand was severed at the wrist, the gun and hand falling to the ground together. Beside them lay a poker card stained red with blood.,Just now, Wang Qiang pointed a gun at Liu Kai's head, forcing them to put all the guns on the table. However, no one dared to pick them up at this time.。