When my father passed away, he left me not only a house and a broken-down car, but also five young men with an average age of over 55.
Time has passed since entering the world, and these former street fighters have grown old. Times have changed, and it is no longer the era of young and Dangerous boys who fought and killed each other.
With these "little brothers", in order to make a living, they had no choice but to enter the world...
Before his death, my father told me that I would rehabilitate my grandfather who was falsely accused of "traitoring the country" and let our old Du family return to the "Four Alliances" in the capital. It was not easy for me and my uncles!
Regardless of whether it was unintentional or intentional, a pair of invisible hands began to intervene in my life, fiddle with my destiny, and push me forward towards the unknown. Blessed? Woe?
Concept: Ginger is still spicier~
