Deng Qingya, a street kid who slept under a bridge for five years and made a living by helping others collect debts and selling porcelain. His greatest skill in this life is to be able to see through other people's eyes and micro-expressions the trump cards that they most want to hide. This talent made him the "living king of hell" who was silently rejected by all the underground casinos on Shipan Street.
Until one day, a man in a suit who claimed to be the "Legal Director of the Deng Group" came to him and handed him a DNA test report, telling him that he was the illegitimate son of the Deng family, the top wealthy family in Linjiang City, living abroad. The old man of the Deng family is critically ill and wants to see this bloodline before he dies.
Deng Qingya thought it was a pie in the sky, and stepped into the splendid Deng family's old house with the intention of watching the excitement. What greeted him was a room full of blank stares and contempt. The old man's younger brother, Deng Baichuan, known as "Deng Hell King", leaned on a cane with a dragon head and threw a "confirmation of kinship relationship" in his face in public.
"The door of the Deng family is not something that cats and dogs can just enter if they want. If you want to divide the inheritance? Kneel down and sign and sign, and be the marionette of our boss."
It turns out that a life-and-death battle for equity is going on within the Deng family. Deng Baichuan needed a nominal "pure bloodline successor" to absorb the firepower, and he, a bastard who had been rolling in the mud since he was a child, was the most suitable cannon fodder.
He sneered and picked up the piece of paper: "Since you want to play, I will play a big game with you experts. Let's see if your cunning is more powerful, or the wild ways of me, a common man, are better."
