Retired War God Yang

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.,"That scream sounded awful, it seems like that kid was suddenly dealt a heavy blow, otherwise he wouldn't have screamed so suddenly."。