An accident caused him to report his illness in the Palace of Hell.
Not only did he not die, he also won the special prize of the King of Hell - snap his fingers!
What? Do you dare to scold me? Okay, I just snap my fingers... Hey, where are your pants?
Shall I go? How dare you find someone to hit me? If I snap my fingers again... Oops, why are you spewing shit out of your mouth? It stinks!
Snort! I forgot to tell you, don't fight me! The son of a bull-headed horse-faced man is my right-hand man!
Also, the King of Hell is my brother!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
