My 108 Overprotective Mafia Dads

I was abandoned five days after I was born.

But for some reason, my biological mother left me on the doorstep of a local criminal organization in Ravenwood City.

To survive, even while still in my swaddling clothes, I instinctively cried "Dad" when a group of hardened criminals glared down at me.

The rough men instantly frowned.

"Maybe... maybe we should keep this kid?"

From then on, I gained 108 dads.

But our home was truly a den of outlaws—every single one of them was on the most wanted list.

So, to avoid causing trouble for my dads, I lived a low-key life for over a decade.