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.,Liu Kai hugged his right arm, which had been lost, and rolled on the ground in pain. Soon, the wailing stopped abruptly, and he fainted directly.。