Their Weakest Son Was the Underground Champion

My family thought I was too fragile to open a bottle. They had no idea what I used to do for a living. After years apart, I finally had a home and no reason to fight—until eight rival clubs stormed our gym, defeated my champion brothers, and demanded my father kneel. With millions watching, I picked up the gloves they threw at my feet. Then someone recognized the scar on my hand—and his voice began to shake.