Retired War God Yang

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.,Wang Qiang's bald head was like it had been washed, sweat constantly flowing down his head and into his eyes, only then would he blink.,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.。