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.,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.。