The Entropy Saint Realm.
The little yellow duck-no, Good Duckie-came out of the private room and expressionlessly took out a wet wipe to clean the lipstick marks off his feathers.
Neon lights glowed, drinks flowed, and music thundered.
But none of it moved him.
He was that legendary duck who rose from the mud unstained-
The neon lights shone on his proud, solitary back, further highlighting the Duck King's world-weariness and maturity, making the young females cherish him all the more.
Psycho Duckling, who kept watch over the place, waddled over and quacked:
"Brother Duck, the boss wants to see you."
"Got it," Good Duckie said coldly.
He turned around, swaying his pointed, cone-shaped duck tail, and headed backstage at the bar with supremely, invincibly adorable steps.
Psycho Duckling gazed enviously at his retreating figure and tried to imitate his walk, but could not grasp its essence no matter what.
He was still too young.
So he did not know that some things were talents bestowed by heaven, and not everyone could reach such heights.
The moment Good Duckie pushed the door open, he heard the boss's voice:
"Haha, look who's here!"
"Our headliner, the Swan King-welcome!"
"Enough. Just tell me what you want," Good Duckie said.
A swan...
There was a difference between geese and ducks, all right?
You hadn't done the slightest homework as a boss, yet you called me a swan.
Swan, my ass.
Good Duckie jumped onto the comfortable sofa, grabbed a specially mixed cocktail, and deftly moved his bill as he tasted it.
The bar's owner was a strikingly elegant Dragon Lady.
She did not particularly mind Ya Ya's attitude. Swaying her waist, she sat beside him and spoke with sweetly fragrant breath:
"No. 666 Red-Card Duck King, your lucky break has arrived."
"What lucky