C862 I'll Find Myself a Chance

The man's handsome face was covered with a layer of cold frost. His fists were still clenched tightly, like an iron hammer that was nailed to the front of the platform. It was as if he was going to hammer down again. His eyes were filled with blood, and from his hair to the breath he exhaled, it was all anger.

Was he angry? A kind of feeling that came out of nowhere, a feeling of revenge