Seeing his frightened green bean eyes was so funny, but I couldn't laugh. The walls of the small shabby house were too thin. When he saw me laughing, the old fat man turned from fear to anger. Apparently he hadn't realized what was happening to him, and stared at my mouth with his wide eyes. He opened his mouth and wanted to scold, but he made a sound from his trachea. He found that he could not scream out the pain, which made his fat face distort. When he became more awake and realized his situation, I put on my gloves and looked for the tools in my pocket. Where to strike first?