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.,Qin Xi, who was already very worried, was even more so now. She recognized Yang Chen's voice clearly, but it didn't sound quite like him. Besides Yang Chen, everyone else in the private room belonged to Liu Kai.。