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

HuMing rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

He had taken the glass eye from the one-eyed man because his instincts told him it was more than just an ordinary glass sphere.

Looking at the corpse at his feet and the distant lights at the edge of the forest, he turned without hesitation and left the woods. Only the body remained, lying quietly in the dirt.

Someone would handle the aftermath, but that would be a matter for later.

He pulled out his phone and called Liang Feng. The line connected quickly.

“HuMing, are you okay? I tried calling earlier, but you didn’t pick up.”

“I’m fine. I just dealt with a killer, so things are relatively safe now. I need you to help me investigate something—it’s important. You must find a lead.”

“Understood. You should head back and get some rest. I’ll handle the cleanup. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks.”

HuMing ended the call, standing at the edge of the forest as his gaze landed on the dilapidated house.

He stepped forward, returning to the room. However, the place where Han ShuYi had been lying was now empty—he had escaped without HuMing noticing.

HuMing glanced again at Sui Zhao’s lifeless body in the pool of blood, then turned and walked out.

Han LiTian was already waiting outside, visibly anxious. He had been on edge, especially after hearing gunfire earlier, his heart pounding with fear that HuMing might not make it out alive.

But when HuMing emerged, Han LiTian finally let out a sigh of relief—though he noticed Han ShuYi was nowhere to be seen.

“HuMing, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But… Han ShuYi escaped.”

Han LiTian froze in shock at HuMing’s words, unable to process them. He hadn’t expected Han ShuYi to run away.

He had thought Han ShuYi might come out and try to explain himself, but now it seemed like he had silently admitted his guilt.

The realization was heartbreaking for Han LiTian. That was his son, his own flesh and blood.

Why had it come to this? Why had Han ShuYi sacrificed so much only to end up here? Was HuMing really that intolerable in his eyes?

Han LiTian looked visibly older, slumping against the car door, his head lowered in despair.

HuMing stayed silent, knowing Han LiTian needed time to process everything.

In the distance, the sound of cars arriving broke the silence.

Several men stepped out, bowing respectfully to HuMing when they saw him.

“Mr. Hu, Mr. Liang sent us.”

“There’s a body inside the house and another in the forest. I marked the spot on a tree. Take care of it.”

“Understood!”

The men quickly got to work, dividing tasks without further questions.

Han LiTian, meanwhile, watched in astonishment. These men were clearly here to clean up the scene. How had HuMing managed all this? Who were these people helping him?

Han LiTian realized he couldn’t understand HuMing at all anymore.

“Dad, let’s head back. They’ll take care of things here,” HuMing said, his voice calm.

“To our home?”

“Yes. It’s time I explained everything to everyone.”

Things had reached a point where hiding the truth no longer seemed necessary.

In fact, exposing Han ShuYi’s true nature now felt more fitting than ever.

“Get in the car.”

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Back at the familiar villa, HuMing felt a wave of nostalgia.

The furnishings seemed slightly different yet largely unchanged. The motorcycle still sat in its usual spot, as though waiting for someone’s return.

He looked up at the grand villa. This was where everything had begun—a place that had also served as the arena between him and Han ShuYi.

Back then, Han ShuYi had pretended to be innocent while lording over him, treating him like the old HuMing and trying to drive him out of the house.

But in the end?

The one who would be ousted was Han ShuYi, and the cause of all this was none other than Han ShuYi himself.

Following Han LiTian into the hall, HuMing caught the surprised and curious gazes of the staff.

The new hires were puzzled about his identity, while the long-time employees were stunned by his reappearance.

HuMing ignored them all. He knew he no longer belonged here.

And in the future, he wouldn’t allow the Han family to be dragged into his affairs again. It was too dangerous. He needed to face everything alone, without burdens or distractions.

“HuMing, wait here. I’ll call them down,” Han LiTian said, gesturing for him to sit before heading upstairs.

Taking out his phone, HuMing checked the time—just past 11 p.m. Several hours had passed since everything began.

His phone was flooded with messages from Ye QiuXue, Xia XiaoXi, Han YunXi, and even his classmates and teachers.

They all seemed concerned about his safety.

Ironically, all this attention should have been directed at Han ShuYi—the original owner of this position of privilege.

The so-called protagonist had been trampled beneath his feet, fading away.

Turning off the screen, HuMing instinctively glanced at a corner of the room.

He felt a gaze on him.

When his eyes met the source, he was momentarily stunned.

Han YunXi stood silently in the corner, looking at him with a calm expression.

Her gaze was devoid of the usual tears or anger—no intense emotions, only quiet observation.

Without a word, she turned and disappeared around the corner.

HuMing hesitated before standing and quickly following her.

Moonlight spilled through the massive windows, casting long shadows across the hallway. Han YunXi’s solitary figure seemed especially lonely.

Stopping in his tracks, HuMing wasn’t sure if he should continue.

Han YunXi entered a room, pushing open a door—it was his old room.

HuMing hesitated, unsure if he should follow.

That room had belonged to Han HuMing, not HuMing.

He didn’t know how YunXi felt about him now, and for a moment, doubt crept into his mind.

After a moment of silence, HuMing finally decided to step forward and walk into the room he had once called his own.