Me, the Leader of the Demon Cult?

I made a living by writing third-rate martial arts novels, and I was so poor that I could only eat half a pack of instant noodles. One day, a girl in ancient costume appeared at my door. She cupped her fists and called me "Young Master." I thought to myself, are cosplayers so busy now? It wasn't until she opened a wine bottle at the barbecue stall that I picked her up and ran away. It was okay to be ridden by her like a horse in the rain alley, but when she was blocked, she actually picked up a metal trash can as tall as a person with one hand. "Watch out, Young Master, this move is called 'Sweep an army and take out the trash'!" When the gangsters turned into human discus, I held the wrinkled ancestral jade pendant in my trouser pocket—— Before he died, my father said that this was the only token of the leader of the Demon Cult.