Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

"What? Murder!?" Han LiTian shot up from the sofa, his pupils contracting sharply as disbelief overtook his face.

He had thought hiring a hitman was the worst Han ShuYi could do, but never had he imagined—he actually committed the murder himself!

Han LiTian sank back into the sofa, his hand pressed against his forehead, utterly drained. There was no undoing this. The only relief was that he had reported it to the police himself. If news of this had spread unchecked, even YunXi's future might have been dragged into the mess.

He no longer harbored any hope that Han ShuYi would turn back. That boy had stepped onto a path of no return.

Now, all he could do was find him… and bring him in.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhou WenLi was watching from around the corner, her hand covering her mouth to stifle any sound. Han LiTian's words had left her shaken to the core. She understood now—Han ShuYi truly had no way back.

Closing her eyes, a flicker of resolute emotion surfaced within them when she opened them again.

...

HuMing tracked YouCheng's last known location to a narrow alleyway.

He ventured inside, the dim glow of streetlights casting fragmented shadows that barely lit the path ahead. As he walked further, his foot suddenly brushed against something.

Looking down, he saw a crumpled piece of paper. Bending over, he picked it up and unfolded it—a school ranking sheet, with YouCheng's name right at the top.

A clue left behind possibly by YouCheng.

This confirmed HuMing's suspicion: YouCheng had been taken from here.

Though there were no surveillance cameras in the alley, it wasn't an impossible case to crack. By estimating when YouCheng arrived and cross-referencing that with footage from nearby stores, he could likely identify suspicious individuals and narrow down Han ShuYi's whereabouts.

Han ShuYi wouldn't have just carried YouCheng out in broad daylight. He probably hid him in a container or garbage bin to transport him discreetly.

This realization significantly reduced the search area.@@novelbin@@

Turning around, HuMing made his way toward a convenience store nearby, rain beginning to fall, droplets sliding down his hair and dripping onto the pavement.

...

YouCheng swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the man in front of him.

Han ShuYi's mental state was clearly unstable. He kept muttering about wanting HuMing dead, gripping a blood-stained stick that was far more terrifying up close.

YouCheng recalled the moment he'd been attacked—it must have been this very stick that struck him. Han ShuYi hadn't held back; it had felt like his brain was about to spill out.

Han ShuYi sat in silence, murmuring HuMing's name over and over, oblivious to the storm raging outside.

Suddenly, his head snapped up, sharp eyes locking onto YouCheng.

He stood and walked over, his voice icy. "Do you think HuMing will show up for you? If he's too scared and abandons you, you should hate him for the rest of your life."

"But you're the one trying to kill me. Why would I hate Brother Ming?"

The words slipped out before YouCheng could stop himself, driven by sheer frustration at Han ShuYi's twisted logic. The moment he spoke, regret hit him hard.

In situations like this, it was smarter to just go along with the captor. But he couldn't help it—Han ShuYi's reasoning was absurd. How was it Brother Mings's fault when he was the victim here?

Han ShuYi's eyes widened, the scar on his face making him look even more unhinged. "Why not blame him? If he came to save you, you wouldn't have to die, right?"

"But… if you didn't try to kill me, I wouldn't die either," YouCheng replied with a grimace, his expression more pitiful than if he were crying.

Was this really Sister YunXi's brother? The so-called perfect, all-rounder Han ShuYi?

It had to be a paid rumor.

"Blame HuMing for being connected to you! If not for him, I wouldn't be in this mess!"

"But why blame Brother Ming? What did he even do to you?"

YouCheng had heard bits and pieces about Brother Ming's past, but nothing that justified this level of hatred.

"He stole my life! Everything that was supposed to be mine!" Han ShuYi's face twisted with rage.

YouCheng blinked, processing the words. "But isn't Brother Ming a victim too? He didn't know any of this. How can it be entirely his fault?"

"Not his fault? Then who pays for the suffering I endured in the countryside? Some stranger whose name I don't even know? How do I find him!?"

Han ShuYi slammed his fist on the table, sending everything tumbling to the floor.

YouCheng stared, a single thought crossing his mind: Is he just picking the easiest target?

But he wisely kept that thought to himself. Dealing with someone this unhinged meant avoiding provocation at all costs.

Han ShuYi's hatred was entirely fixated on HuMing. Everything he did now revolved around that obsession.

Sensing it was best to stay quiet, YouCheng fell into silence. Yet Han ShuYi's fury only grew.

Originally planning to make HuMing suffer a night of anxiety, he now decided there was no need to wait.

He wanted HuMing to face him. Now.

Pulling out an old, second-hand smartphone he'd saved up to buy, Han ShuYi dialed a number.

He'd given his mother an address recently, wanting her to send some things over, warning her not to involve anyone else or she'd regret it.

No room for sentimentality anymore. Every word he spoke was laced with threats.

But this call wasn’t for her.

It was for HuMing!

Han ShuYi wanted him here, in front of him. Otherwise, he'd make YouCheng suffer, one cut at a time.

Suddenly a ringtone pierced the darkness...