When my biological parents showed up with the fake heiress, I was pinning a wild Northeast China tiger down by the neck with my knee and injecting it with a tranquilizer. They saw me covered in mud, subduing the beast with my bare hands, and went deathly pale with fear. Yet they both instinctively shielded the fake heiress behind them, as if I were more terrifying than a man-eating tiger. I gave a scoff and patted the tiger's belly, then glared coldly at the fake heiress. “Good. You should be scared. Keep your hands off what isn't yours, or I'll tear you apart!”
