"Fuck natural talent!"
"Fuck uncut jade!"
"Fuck scooping cat litter!"
Amidst the filthy stench of countless mosquitoes and flies, Yuan Zhao struggled fiercely with a Manure Fork to scoop out an indescribable object the size of a coal briquette from the mountainous pile of cat litter. Pinching his nose, he threw it into the cart behind him.
Sweat soaked his back, much like an old farmer tilling the soil.
His face had turned a ghastly blue from the stench; the foul odor was almost killing him…
Did that bastard think he was actually a cat just because he wore a puppet suit? It was bad enough that he crapped so much, but the size of it… This isn't just a pile of cat litter, it's a veritable mountain of poison! Even the calf-sized rats in this godforsaken place have been poisoned to death by the dozen!
