Everyone along the Songjiang River in Ice City laughs at Ma Baocheng, the fool who scavenges for a living. He drools as he rummages through trash cans and grins stupidly at everyone he sees.
No one knows the Ma family's thousand-year-old ironclad rule: the seventeenth-generation heir must pretend to be an idiot until the age of twenty-three to withstand the Old Stele King.
The moment he turned twenty-three, two words written on yellow paper flew out of his grandfather's urn: Let's get to work! The Five Immortal Clans returned to their places, and his Heavenly Eye opened completely.
He can send off the vicious spirits haunting nightclubs and the gambling and drinking ghosts with a mere lift of his hand. The young master of the Bai family offers him a Maybach; tough gangsters go weak in the knees and drop to theirs at the sight of him. Chen Xuewei, Ice City's top female CEO, begs him over three meals to come out of retirement and subdue an entire haunted building.
The city's tycoons line up at his door, while nightclub headliners ask everywhere where they can find him scavenging.
Ma Baocheng wipes away his drool, looking helpless.
