Three days ago, he was the "Wasteland Lord" who made Golden Triangle drug lords kneel and sent Wall Street tycoons fleeing overnight.
Three days later, he was squatting outside a junkyard in an old Jiangcheng alley, chewing on a cold steamed bun, with all his worldly wealth amounting to just 3,700 yuan.
To escape an arranged marriage, an icy female CEO came to set up a stall in his courtyard. To pay her tuition, his pure-hearted junior schoolmate stood at the gate selling handmade crafts. A top-tier star, a spirited policewoman, and others arrived one after another.
He only wanted to collect scrap in peace, but his old enemies wouldn't leave him alone. The Blood Wolves, Shadow Pavilion, Heavenly Court, Divine Temple... one after another came knocking.
Only when they discovered that behind this scrap collector stood a former force capable of turning the world upside down did they understand.
