The man seemed to have been soaked in cold air. His expression was unprecedentedly cold.
The false image of peace that had been maintained for more than a month was finally shattered at this moment.
Before Marvin could reply, the man's voice filled with urgency and oppression sounded again. "Who is she going to marry?"
"I..."
Just as Marvin said the word 'I', the man's palm suddenly made a "click" sound, and the sound of his bone joints could be seen. It was clear how high the sudden pressure was.
And the pair of black eyes were like an abyss that could swallow everything.
Even if such a man were to lie on the bed, he would still have great lethality.
With a "pop" sound, the apple that Marvin had just peeled fell to the ground, and the juice splashed out.
"Shit."
Marvin grimaced and snorted, "She's not going to marry me. I want to say that I heard it is Mr. Parker!"