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.,All eyes turned to Yang Chen, their faces filled with terror. At some point, a small stack of playing cards had appeared in his hand, which he now flipped and tossed constantly.,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.。