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.,Since Yang Chen followed Liu Kai into the private room, many onlookers outside were waiting to see the result. Before Yang Chen came out, a wail was heard.。