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.,Wang Qiang had no real power in the King's City, and the second-in-command was just a title. But before he controlled the Nightless City, he was also a prominent figure in Jiangzhou's underworld. Now, he is kneeling at the feet of a young man.。