Cunning
Marvin's hands were dripping blood, slowly dripping onto the floor, no longer being ignored, even though his clothes were also hit, Marvin still didn't care.
Marvin got up, he then got into his car, Marvin's hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, his gaze still on the front.
Such a terrifying expression, anyone who saw it would be terrified. Marvin was like ice cold but deadly.
Marvin insulted his car, then he hardened it as hard as he could, so much dust flying that it made Marvin's car look very dirty.
Patches of dust became a witness, Marvin then started his car, he didn't care about the road being passed, even though there were many small stones Marvin was still in a high speed position.