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

On the weekend, Han ShuYi arrived at the designated gathering spot.

Most of his classmates were there, but unfortunately, HuMing still chose not to attend.

No one knew what was going on with HuMing. Even when they asked Han ShuYi about it, he only gave vague responses.

At the party, the classmates thoroughly enjoyed themselves. They sang karaoke, played games, and some even sat together playing mahjong and poker.

Han ShuYi sat in the middle of the group, mingling and building rapport with everyone around him.

Everyone knew that Han ShuYi had excellent grades and came from a good family background, so getting along with him was hardly an issue.

The private room was filled with a lively buzz.

Meanwhile, downstairs...

Han ShuYi had just entered the building moments ago.

Since he couldn't get his hands on HuMing, he would go after Han ShuYi instead!

Zhou WenLi valued Han ShuYi highly, so she would surely meet his demands if he took action.

And once that happened, he could have whatever he wanted.

With that thought, Lee Tian knocked on the back of the van. Instantly, a group of men emerged from the back.

They dispersed, entering the building from various entrances.

Lee Tian twisted the jade ring on his thumb, his gaze growing steely.

In the room upstairs, Han ShuYi stood up to go to the restroom.

Though he had bodyguards with him, he still felt a nagging sense that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

Whenever he returned home, Lee Tian was always there to monitor him. This time, with him out in public, it seemed impossible that Lee Tian wouldn't make a move.

As Han ShuYi reviewed his memories on the way here, he didn't notice any sign of Lee Tian.

"Given the chance, Lee Tian would definitely seek revenge on the Han family."

With a heavy expression, Han ShuYi pulled out his phone, intending to call bodyguards downstairs.

But when he looked at his phone, he was shocked to see that there was no signal in the entire building!

'Someone's intentionally blocking communications here!'

Eyes widening, Han ShuYi suddenly heard footsteps coming from the direction of the emergency exit.

He hurried into the restroom, closing the door behind him.

Outside, he could hear a few men talking.

"You take that area, you check over there; I'll handle the rooms. Let's wrap this up as quickly as possible."

The man's voice was stern, sounding like he was carrying out an order.

The restroom door was pushed open.

Footsteps approached as someone walked around outside. Han ShuYi pressed himself against the wall, hidden behind the door.

The man looked in, saw the stalls empty, and proceeded to check the others. Finding no one, he left.

Han ShuYi's heart was pounding. With a focused gaze, he slipped out of the restroom.

By the elevators, a man stood guard, and another one had emerged from the party room, seemingly having confirmed Han ShuYi's absence inside.

Moving quickly, Han ShuYi headed toward the stairwell door. But as he opened it, a guard on the stairs spotted him.

The guard was about to call out, but Han ShuYi acted faster, charging forward and tackling him to the ground, punching his face again and again.

With a burst of strength, the guard shoved Han ShuYi off, but Han ShuYi grabbed a fire extinguisher nearby, smashing it down to knock the man out cold.

His instructor had told him, "When you have a weapon, don't hesitate to act, or else you'll be the one in danger!"

The man's forehead took a brutal hit, blood beginning to trickle down his head.

Han ShuYi dropped the extinguisher and dashed down the stairs.

As long as he reached the lobby, he would be safe!

Before the gathering, he had instructed his bodyguards to wait downstairs. He'd initially thought that no matter how bold Lee Tian was, he wouldn't bring so many people upstairs.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Lee Tian's determination.

The floor numbers flashed by as Han ShuYi hurried down the stairwell. When he reached the second floor, he gasped for air, hands braced against his knees.

Just as he steadied himself on the railing to move on, a deep voice sounded from behind him.

"Perfect timing. Saves me the trouble of coming up to find you."

Han ShuYi spun around, and there, in the dim stairwell, a shadowy figure stood. The figure was cloaked in a black trench coat and hood, face concealed behind a mask, blending seamlessly with the darkness.

Han ShuYi's expression twisted with anger as he glared at the stranger.

"Whatever Lee Tian's paying you, I'll double it! Let me go, and I'll ensure my father doesn't come after you. I'll even throw in extra cash!"

"Business requires integrity. I gave my word to Mr. Lee, so you can't escape."

The figure stepped forward, and Han ShuYi, seeing no way out, steeled himself for a desperate fight.

He threw a punch at the shadowy figure's face, but his opponent ducked, smoothly evading the blow. Then, with a swift uppercut, he struck Han ShuYi's jaw.

Han ShuYi's eyes rolled back as he hung in mid-air briefly before collapsing to the ground, completely still. He was out cold.

"That's it? I thought with all that training, you'd be a bit tougher."

The shadow removed his hood and mask, revealing his face. If Han ShuYi had been conscious to see it, he would have passed out again from sheer rage.

It was HuMing.

He pulled a black hood from his pocket and slipped it over his head to make himself appear a terrorist.

Meanwhile, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the stairwell. A few men descended and spotted Han ShuYi unconscious on the floor.

They exhaled in relief.

One of them looked to HuMing, shuddering slightly. "Man, good thing you got him. If he'd escaped, the boss would have killed us! This young master's worth a fortune---a single job pays more than a bunch of our previous gigs combined!"

"Let's get him out of here before the Han family's bodyguards figure out something's wrong," HuMing said, his voice low and commanding.

The men nodded, quickly hoisting Han ShuYi up and placing him on a garbage cart, covering him with garbage bags to conceal him.

With Han ShuYi hidden, they wheeled him out. As they left, HuMing removed his coat and slipped away quietly, vanishing into the building's shadows as if he had never been there.

...

Back in the van, Lee Tian had been waiting for a while. He'd planned to have the job done within thirty minutes to avoid detection by the Han family's bodyguards. But the thirty minutes had almost passed, and still no sign of his men.

"Mr. Lee, open the door!"

A shout came from nearby. Lee Tian looked over to see his men pushing a garbage cart toward him.

His eyes lit up, heart pounding with excitement.

'Finally!'