From the Market to the Pinnacle of Life

That day on the footbridge, I saved a woman who was about to jump. She drove a sports car, lived in a villa, and had just been betrayed by her rich second-generation boyfriend. She didn't thank me—instead, she slapped me, called me a lowlife, and dragged me back to her house. She forced me to play the part of her new boyfriend and flaunt our fake relationship right in front of the cheating scumbag. Everyone laughed at her for losing her mind, bringing a delivery boy to settle the score. Then the scumbag kicked down the door with two bodyguards, threatening to break my legs. I grabbed an ashtray and took down both men in five seconds flat. The way that madwoman looked at me completely changed. I don't know if that counted as luck. What I do know is that someone with nothing left to lose has nothing to fear. From that day on, this delivery boy was thrown into the feuds of the wealthy elite—and kicked open the door to a life that defied all odds.