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.,Qin Xiye didn't care about anything else anymore, she ran over and was about to rush into the private room, but there were two bodyguards from the King's City guarding the door. She couldn't get in at all.。