The Real Young Master of a Wealthy Family Takes Down the Male Homewrecker

I never thought something as ridiculous as being switched at birth would happen to me.

When my biological parents got out of their Bentley,

I was standing in an alley with a cigarette in my mouth and a club in my hand, about to fight a gang of punks.

When they saw me with tattoos of dragons and tigers on my arms, holding an iron rod in each hand, they panicked.

Without thinking, they shielded the gloomy boy in designer clothes behind them.