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.,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.。