Transmigrated as the Fake Young Master, I’ll Beat up the Scumbags and Bitches

When he woke up, night had already fallen outside.

Sui Zhao slowly lifted his head, realizing he was tightly bound with ropes, unable to move!

A sharp pain radiated from the back of his head, making him groan softly.

The last memory he had before losing consciousness was being at HuMing’s house.

He never imagined HuMing would knock him out.

The attack had been swift—so swift that he didn’t even have time to react.

What baffled Sui Zhao the most was why HuMing had attacked him. HuMing shouldn’t have known his identity or who he was, yet he still made his move!

Cold sweat broke out on Sui Zhao’s back.

He looked around. There was no one else in sight, and the place he was in wasn’t HuMing’s house but a run-down, abandoned shack.

Sui Zhao tried to calm himself. Instinctively, he attempted to move his legs, but to his surprise, he found his shoes missing, leaving him only in a tank top and a pair of boxer briefs!

HuMing had stripped him clean!

Sweat dripped down Sui Zhao’s forehead as he desperately sought a way to escape. Suddenly, the sound of a lighter flicking came from behind him.

Bound as he was, Sui Zhao couldn’t even turn his head.

"Don’t waste your energy. You have nothing on you that could help you escape the ropes."

A young voice spoke, and Sui Zhao immediately recognized it—HuMing!

So he had known about his presence all along and had deliberately let him in?

Sui Zhao broke into a cold sweat, regretting ever taking this job.

He had thought HuMing was just a high-achieving high schooler, an easy target to deal with. But now, it seemed the real prey here was him!

Swallowing hard, Sui Zhao feigned ignorance.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about! Let me go! What you’re doing is illegal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shoe rolled to his side—it was his shoe!

"The blade hidden in your shoe? I took it out. By the way, your shoes reek. You should really pay more attention to hygiene. Even assassins should maintain some dignity, don’t you think?"

HuMing chuckled, his laughter dripping with mockery.

To Sui Zhao, it was utterly mind-blowing.

A high schooler had not only guessed his identity but had also disarmed him. What kind of person was he dealing with?

Before Sui Zhao could process it all, HuMing stepped into view, forcing him to look up. A dagger gleamed as it was pressed against his neck.

The chill of the blade on his skin made Sui Zhao feel like his head was about to be separated from his body.

"Now, tell me—who hired you?"

"It… it was that student Han ShuYi! He wanted me to go after you!"

Hearing this, HuMing suddenly laughed.

"If Han ShuYi really had the means to hire someone like you, he would’ve spent the money to have me killed long ago. You know exactly who I’m talking about, don’t you?"

The dagger pressed harder against Sui Zhao’s throat, nearly cutting into his skin.

Sui Zhao, tense and struggling to breathe, replied hurriedly, "I don’t know! I take jobs through the guild. We almost never know the client’s true identity. Even this time with Han ShuYi, I found it strange."

"Wasn’t the client worried you’d fail?"

"They said… dealing with a student wouldn’t require much effort, and even if I failed, causing you trouble was good enough."

HuMing’s frown eased slightly upon hearing this.

He wondered why the other party would send such a person to deal with him so easily. If they truly wanted to eliminate him, they would have had to take some precautions.

However, this precaution had yet to appear, likely because they didn’t want to reveal their identity just yet.

In that case, he’d force them out into the open.

With this thought, HuMing sheathed his dagger and continued questioning.

"You had plenty of opportunities to take me down. Doesn’t seem like you’re very competent, does it?"

Feeling his professionalism challenged, Sui Zhao retorted indignantly, "Han ShuYi specifically asked me to capture you alive so he could deal with you personally!"

"That’s fine. I’ve been expecting as much."

HuMing smirked and pulled a photo from his pocket, holding it up for Sui Zhao to see.

Sui Zhao’s eyes widened in shock.

The photo showed him sitting with Han ShuYi in a café, the two of them deep in conversation.

Clearly, HuMing had been aware of their plans all along. Everything had unfolded according to HuMing’s script.

Sui Zhao’s mind went blank. He had thought HuMing would already be under his control by now.

Instead, he was the one trapped, nothing more than a fish in HuMing’s barrel.

From the moment he arrived in this city, things had gone wrong. Now it was clear—it wasn’t just the rain that was unlucky. The entire plan had been doomed from the start!

"Alright, next, you’re going to call Han ShuYi and have him come here."

HuMing grabbed Sui Zhao’s phone, and Sui Zhao knew he had no choice but to comply.

…

Han ShuYi lay quietly on his bed, glancing at his phone occasionally. His relaxed posture betrayed the unease on his face.

Days had passed without any news of HuMing’s disappearance.

Growing increasingly impatient, Han ShuYi was beginning to doubt. The person kept saying they were waiting for the right opportunity, but how much longer would that take?

A knock at the door startled Han ShuYi, sending a chill down his spine.

Taking a moment to steady himself, he got up and opened the door.

Standing outside was Han LiTian. "Get some rest. Don’t you have school tomorrow?"

"Got it, Dad."

Han LiTian nodded and left without another word.

Han ShuYi watched his father walk away, his wildly beating heart gradually calming.

Since the fiasco at the culture festival, Han LiTian had been giving him the cold shoulder.

Even his mother seemed to have changed.

As for Han YunXi, her heart had never been with him. He doubted she ever considered him her brother.

And the one responsible for all this was HuMing!

Once HuMing was dead, everything would return to normal.

Han ShuYi gripped the doorframe tightly, leaving scratch marks on its surface.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

Startled, Han ShuYi slammed the door shut before grabbing his phone and answering.

"Hello?!"

"The target’s been captured. Come here."

On the other side, Han LiTian heard the sound of the door closing and turned around, his brow furrowing.

He couldn't shake the feeling that recently, Han ShuYi had been acting rather strange.