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.,The cries alone weren't enough to determine who was making them, but in this situation, no one would have thought it was Liu Kai's screams.。