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

I never thought a mix-up like being switched at birth could happen to me. When my birth parents climbed out of their Bentley, I had a cigarette in my mouth and a club in my hand, squaring off against a gang of punks in an alley. When they saw me, tattoos of a blue dragon on one arm and a white tiger on the other, holding an iron rod and one guy in each hand, they panicked. Instinctively, they shielded the gloomy boy in designer clothes behind them.