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

“So, HuMing, do you know where Han ShuYi went?”

HuMing shook his head. He really didn’t know where Han ShuYi had gone. After all, when he left that dilapidated house to chase the one-eyed man, Han ShuYi was still lying on the ground.

Perhaps Han ShuYi had realized the situation was hopeless and decided to flee.

HuMing had already sent people to search for Han ShuYi, but this couldn’t be done openly. After all, the matter involved the Han family. If word got out about someone like Han ShuYi being part of the Han family, it would cause significant damage.

This was HuMing’s final act of mercy toward the Han family.

“Han ShuYi couldn’t have gotten far. He doesn’t have any cash on him, and if he spends money, he’ll have to use his phone. At that point, I’ll find him.”

HuMing wouldn’t give Han ShuYi a chance to turn things around. And Han ShuYi wouldn’t be able to make a move in the end unless… he no longer cared about his own life.

HuMing rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Sitting nearby, Zhou WenLi glanced at him silently, her thoughts unclear.

She looked at a photo HuMing showed her. In the photo, Han ShuYi was talking to an unfamiliar man.

She wasn’t sure what was going on, but Han LiTian recognized the man instantly—it was the assassin he had seen in that run-down house!

This cemented Han ShuYi’s crimes.

For a moment, silence engulfed the entire hall.

…

On the bustling street, people came and went, even though it was already midnight. The liveliness of the street remained undiminished.

Among the crowd, a figure weaved through the people.

Passersby found him peculiar—his face was bruised and swollen, as though he had been badly beaten.

The man kept his head low, avoiding anyone getting a clear look at his face. His movements, however, faintly resembled a beaten dog.

No one knew his true identity. Even if he claimed to be the young master of the Han family, no one would believe him in his current state.

Han ShuYi quickened his pace, desperate to escape those judgmental gazes.

As the young master of the Han family, when had he ever endured being stared at like this? Those people looked at him just like the ones in the countryside who used to despise him—as though he were nothing more than a joke.

Han ShuYi’s breathing grew heavy. Still, he kept his head down, unwilling to let anyone recognize him.

His situation was dire. He didn’t need to check his phone to know he is already a wanted man!

After waking up in that wretched house, he had tried to escape through the front door—only to find his father waiting for him there!

In that instant, he realized his phone must have been tracked, allowing his father to find him.

He wasn’t sure if HuMing had revealed his whereabouts earlier. Adding to his troubles, there was a corpse in the house—the assassin he was in cahoots with!

Now, Han ShuYi deeply regretted not having the assassin kill HuMing outright.

Even if he couldn’t personally take care of HuMing, he could’ve made him disappear forever.

But it was too late for regrets. The only thing he could do now was find a way to turn the tables!

He absolutely refused to admit defeat to HuMing!

Despite his current state, Han ShuYi’s tenacity was evident—though it seemed more suited to enduring beatings.

Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge HuMing’s superiority.

It was his pride, his dignity!

Han ShuYi saw himself as a protagonist straight out of a shounen manga—no matter how many times he was defeated, he would rise again and ultimately crush HuMing beneath his feet.

This delusion blinded him to the insurmountable gap between them, much like a mantis foolishly trying to stop a cart.

His phone was long gone, but a more pressing issue loomed: food.

Though he wasn’t hungry yet, he had no cash or means to use his phone—leaving him penniless.

He leaned against a wall at a street corner, panting heavily.

Touching his swollen cheek, he ran his tongue across his teeth, feeling the gap left by one that had been knocked out.

That punch from HuMing had knocked him unconscious.

Despite his efforts in training and learning killing techniques from his instructor, he still couldn’t match HuMing.

He began to suspect HuMing had been playing the fool all along.

The first time they met, HuMing had seemed like a lovestruck idiot chasing after SuLiu, an easy target for him to toy with.

Who would’ve thought the situation would flip so drastically?

Now, he was the one beaten like a stray dog.

“HuMing, just wait. I won’t let you off so easily…”

Han ShuYi clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hatred.

He staggered back to his feet and unsteadily walked toward an unknown destination.

…

Meanwhile, things had reached a temporary lull for HuMing. Though he knew he couldn’t relax yet, he also understood Han ShuYi was powerless to act for the time being.

Whoever had been on the other end of the phone likely wouldn’t help Han ShuYi again.

To them, Han ShuYi had become a useless pawn in their game of chess.

As the one holding the pieces, they wouldn’t bother with him anymore.

This was the tragedy of Han ShuYi.

He thought he was the protagonist of the story, with the world revolving around him.

But in the end, he was nothing more than collateral in a battle between HuMing and someone else.

Even now, he was still being led by the nose.

Such a person made HuMing wonder if the author had initially given Han ShuYi a protagonist’s cheat.

The night grew deeper. Though HuMing intended to return home to rest, Han LiTian persuaded him to stay.

He understood this was Han LiTian’s way of compensating him and signaling that they stood on his side.

Han ShuYi was their son, while HuMing was merely the child they had raised over the years. By blood, HuMing was an outsider.

Yet Han LiTian and his family had chosen to stand on the side of justice.

To go this far was no small feat.

HuMing checked his phone. There were a few replies.

Earlier, he had sent messages to let people know he was safe. On the other end, they seemed to sigh in relief, finally at ease.

A faint smile played on his lips as he savored this fleeting warmth.

…

Han YunXi lay on her bed, unable to sleep.

After everything that had happened, how could she?

But her restlessness wasn’t just because of that incident...

Her eyes drooped slightly, and she appeared lost in thought.