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.,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.。