From Trash to Tycoons—My Bro and I Came Back for BloodChapter 1

My sworn brother and I were the notorious "Twin Devils" of the orphanage.

I had a sharp tongue that could make anyone cry, while he was the kind who solved problems with his fists—"reasoning" through brute strength.

No one in the entire orphanage dared to mess with us. Even the guard dog would tuck its tail and slink away when we walked by.

When we were eight, the director came over one afternoon with a well-dressed couple while we were squatting in a corner, poking at an anthill.

They said my brother was the long-lost young master of the wealthy Watson family, and they'd come to take him home. But my brother refused to leave without me.

He threw a tantrum right there on the ground, kicking his legs and crying, "If it weren't for Lenon, I'd have been bullied to death years ago! If you won't adopt him too, I'm not going anywhere!"

I quickly tossed away my stick, stood up, and flashed my brightest grin. "Hello, Uncle! Hello, Auntie! I'm the most well-behaved, obedient kid in the whole orphanage! You definitely won't regret adopting me~"