Qiyou Diary

Hot iron plates, gluttonous people, and fearful ducks. The burly man grabbed the duck tightly and threw it mercilessly onto the hot iron plate. The duck screamed and ran around, trying to escape from the iron plate, but was forced back by the iron pincers of the big men who surrounded the iron plate. The fat man in gorgeous clothes laughed, as if he was happy to see the duck's pain, but "I" couldn't laugh. Because, I am that duck.