Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches-Chapter 228Vol. 1 - - Rabid dog

"HuMing, YouCheng is missing!"

The moment Kang Xin heard the teacher's words, she immediately pieced it together.

She knew that Han ShuYi hadn't been captured yet, and he was exactly the type to pull something like this.

She kept the matter quiet, not wanting to cause panic among the children.

Hearing this, HuMing's brows furrowed deeply, and he fell into silence.

Han ShuYi targeting YouCheng? He actually has the capability to do that?

It wasn't surprising that HuMing misjudged the situation—he had taken precautions. Long ago, he'd instructed Liang Feng to find someone to protect YouCheng, which was why he felt confident enough to deal with Han ShuYi without holding back.

But now, it seemed he'd underestimated Han ShuYi's abilities.

He'd thought Han ShuYi was nothing more than a fool, nearly beaten in this game. Yet, unexpectedly, there was still a final form waiting to emerge.

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Like facing an early-stage boss in a boring game, just when you're about to finish it off, the boss explodes with one last burst of power, trying desperately to steal something from you.

This time, he had miscalculated!

He reached for his phone to call Liang Feng, but before he could dial, Liang Feng's name flashed on the screen—Liang Feng was calling him instead.

He answered, and Liang Feng's voice came through, slightly panicked:

"HuMing, we found the body of the person assigned to protect YouCheng. I fear YouCheng is in danger. Is he with you?"

Liang Feng's words were rushed, his thoughts tangled. HuMing kept his calm, instructing him, "Don't panic. YouCheng has likely been taken by Han ShuYi. Now tell me exactly what happened."

Liang Feng quickly summarized the situation: the bodyguards were required to report three times a day. But today, the one assigned to protect YouCheng never responded. After an hour of radio silence, suspicion grew. They tracked the guard's location via GPS—only to find his corpse.

The scene showed signs of a fierce struggle. It was clear there had been a fight, but the body bore over a dozen stab wounds.

Each one had been fatal.

Listening to Liang Feng's report, HuMing slowly closed his eyes.

Han ShuYi had snapped. To kill him, he was willing to target those around him.

This was precisely why he avoided forming too many connections.

If even someone like Han ShuYi dared to go this far, what about the people pulling strings behind him? The thought was unsettling.

But Han ShuYi was already on the path to ruin. His final acts were declarations of war, trying to drag him into the abyss with him.

It was clear now—Han ShuYi had recognized his own limitations. He knew he couldn't confront him head-on, so he resorted to threats.

No matter what, HuMing had to face this reality.

When he opened his eyes, they were calm—like the surface of a still lake.

Kang Xin stared at him, her mouth slightly open in surprise.

She could sense the shift in his aura. This wasn’t rage. It was absolute, unshakeable composure. No matter the crisis, he would find a solution.

It was a presence that inspired unwavering confidence.

"HuMing, what do we do next?" Liang Feng's voice came through the phone again.

"I'll handle it from here. Han ShuYi's only after me. You all can rest."

HuMing ended the call without waiting for a reply and walked straight out of the orphanage without looking back.

Kang Xin watched his retreating figure, an indescribable feeling stirring within her.

It felt like she'd seen this version of HuMing before… but no such memory existed.

‘Is he really Han HuMing?’

‘He can't possibly be Han HuMing!’

…

Of course, HuMing had no idea what Kang Xin was thinking. He had assumed Han ShuYi would be easily captured, bringing the whole ordeal to a neat conclusion.

But Han ShuYi's malicious persistence had been underestimated.

Many years ago, a child had died right before his eyes. From that day on, he vowed never to let such a thing happen again.

Even after all these years, he still hated torrential rain because of that memory.

That storm had been a harsh lesson, a mark of shame, and a lingering demon in his heart.

If only he'd been more decisive back then, perhaps that child, who dreamed of the outside world, wouldn't have died.

No living person can replace the dead in memory.

That incident was his first proactive attempt to change something. Though it was technically a success, to him, it was a failure.

So now, his goal was simple: to ensure survival.

His footsteps echoed on the concrete, carrying him forward.

In the distance, faint rumbles of thunder hinted at an approaching storm.

…

When YouCheng woke up, darkness surrounded him. The only faint light came from the rain-speckled window, beyond which the sky was pitch black.

The rhythmic tapping of raindrops against the glass unsettled him, and he felt something sticky and dried on his forehead.

He tried to move, but panic surged through him—he was tightly bound, and pain flared from a wound on his forehead.

Fragments of memory rushed back like a tide.

He remembered running back to the orphanage, only to be struck from behind.

Just before losing consciousness, he'd heard a familiar voice… someone he'd heard somewhere before.

Suppressing his fear, YouCheng glanced around, searching for a way to escape. He wriggled his wrists, trying to loosen the ropes.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed nearby, followed by a harsh beam of light shining directly on him.

Instinctively, he ducked his head to avoid the glare, but curiosity got the better of him. He looked up…

And froze.

He recognized the man standing before him.

"You're... Sister YunXi's brother?"

The words slipped out before he could stop himself. Realizing his mistake, he quickly clamped his mouth shut.

Han ShuYi stood there, a twisted scar marring his face, still fresh and unhealed. He showed little reaction to YouCheng's words.

"Looks like HuMing really cares about you kids," Han ShuYi sneered. "But it doesn't matter. Even with protection, I can ruin his plans."

A grin crept onto his face, savoring the thought.

Destroying HuMing's plans was pure satisfaction.

To think HuMing thought a bodyguard could keep this child safe? Then he'd kill that bodyguard, proving to HuMing that underestimating him had a price.

"Hahaha! HuMing, you never expected I'd still manage to take a bite out of you, did you?"

YouCheng frowned despite the pain it caused his wound.

‘Why is this guy acting like a rabid dog?’