That day, while waiting for work, he sat by the roadside reading a book and was seen by a man named Wu Laohu.

Wu Laohu saw that he was dressed in tattered clothes, but clean and tidy. He was thin and sallow, but his eyes shone with a tenacious light. Despite his poverty, he was still holding a book and reading.

I spoke a few words with him, and he was neither arrogant nor humble, and he knew how to conduct himself appropriately.

Upon learning that he knew some martial arts and even had a group of friends who had formed a small team, they immediately took him home and wanted to adopt him as their godson.

During the years he was a wanderer, he had heard of Wu Laohu's name and knew that he was a well-known gang leader in Beijing with great power, connections, and money. Even the police were afraid of him.

It's not easy to become his adopted son.

Wu Laohu locked him in a room with many children about his age. Wu Laohu made him fight with these children for a meat bun, and whoever got it would become his adopted son.

The loser will die.

Like a pack of wild cats fighting over food, it was the most humiliating past experience for him, and he was very unwilling to accept it.

But he wanted to live.

At a command, everyone rushed toward the steamed bun, fighting and grabbing at it, using every means at their disposal.

Some people even bit off pieces of flesh from others in their quest to win.

The body was a bloody mess, and the man rolled on the ground, letting out a shrill scream.

He stood by, watching this cruel scene, and didn't think they were wrong. After all, who wouldn't want to live?

The ones who are wrong are the people who let them kill each other.

He remained motionless, even when urged by Wu Laohu.

Until everyone was injured or unconscious from the fighting, no one survived.

He then strolled over and easily obtained the steamed bun.

He turned his head, looked at Wu Laohu, and held up the steamed bun.

He won.

Wu Laohu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Good, so young, yet so brave and resourceful!"

Wu Laohu entered the room, took his hand, and led him to the front of everyone, saying happily, "From today onwards, Lu Feng is my adopted son, Wu Laohu's son!"

"Young Master Lu Feng!" everyone called out in unison.

And so, he became the adopted son of Wu Laohu, a notorious gangster boss in Beijing.

That year, he was twelve years old.

Wu Laohu had more than one adopted son, but he treated all his adopted sons equally.

He no longer had to worry about food and drink, nor did he have to endure ridicule and scorn, nor did he have to be homeless or live in fear.

Most importantly, he can go to school now, and he has endless books to read.

Logically, he should be grateful to Wu Laohu.

However, he couldn't feel genuinely grateful to Wu Laohu. He felt that Wu Laohu's actions were immoral and violated the law.

Wu Laohu raised these adopted sons for a simple purpose: to do bad things for him.

He knew that following Wu Laohu was not a long-term solution, but given his current situation, he couldn't get rid of him.

Getting rid of him is simple: just be stronger than him.

He did everything he could to strengthen himself and show his best side to him, just so that he would think he was capable of taking on important responsibilities.

As he expected, Wu Laohu valued him more and more, taking him everywhere he went and involving him in all his affairs.

Later, he and Black Cripple secretly opened a black market and put him in charge of the black market in the capital.

The other adopted sons could only do odd jobs and were far less valued by Wu Laohu than him.