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.,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.。