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.,Just as Liu Kai's index finger was about to pull the trigger, a playing card suddenly flew out, with tremendous force, creating a gust of wind.,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.。