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

The orphanage had facilities visibly outdated. The couple had brought many of the needed items from abandoned stations.

Raising a group of children was challenging. It was more so since their age also failed to support them.

HuMing brimmed with respect for the two before him.

However, on the flip side, currently, his pockets are empty. His current situation is very awkward. If he rashly takes money from the Han family, it will undoubtedly reveal a flaw to Han ShuYi. On the other hand, he required a transition period.

HuMing stretched lazily before leaving the courtyard. The children followed behind him, seemingly reluctant to see HuMing leave.

The old director had a hunched posture as he walked alongside HuMing, serving as a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of time.

"Ah Ming, I know you are not a bad kid. But you have to catch up on your studies. Not everyone can understand your personality, so you have to prove it through your abilities about what kind of person you are."

The old director has raised many children and seen a wide range of them. As a result, he understands that children like HuMing are unlikely to be liked at school.

Therefore, he hoped HuMing would earnestly pursue the right path. Unfortunately, the original ended up going down the opposite one.

HuMing felt pity for the original.

Despite the presence of a crowd of people who appeared to be willing to help him, his emotions blinded him.

He would undoubtedly understand the reasons if he could calm down and think clearly.

At the gate, the children, too, stopped and waved goodbye to HuMing and the others.

HuMing promised them that he would come back soon.

Feeling reassured by this response, the children reluctantly returned indoors.

As the day dipped, heralding the arrival of night, the old madam gave KangXin a bag of dumplings and told them to drive home safely.

However, the distant rumble of motorcycles filled the air. The woman trembled slightly, her face flushed with fear. She walked up to KangXin and whispered a few words, sounding urgent.

KangXin squinted her eyes before turning to face HuMing and saying,

"Young Master, it is getting late. We should go back."

"Oh, okay."

HuMing gazed at the sunset and understood Kang Xin's words.

Today, before Han LiTian left, he told him to come home early for dinner, most likely to clarify matters as a family and avoid misunderstandings.

HuMing had already guessed everything based on what Han LiTian did, but he didn't refuse because Han ShuYi was with him.

If everything could be resolved like this, the original would not have died at the hands of Han ShuYi.

As HuMing pondered this, a mischievous smile crept onto his face, adding a playful touch to his expression.

Meanwhile, the noise of motorcycles grew deafening, with a group of seven or eight bikes becoming visible from the gate.

KangXin tried to push HuMing into the car, but he remained rooted to the spot. He glances over at KangXin. Despite her calm expression, HuMing still felt a sense of urgency in her eyes.

Why is she so anxious for him to leave?

Following the sound, he looked over and saw several motorcycles quickly approaching the gate.

The riders removed their helmets and swaggered down from their bikes.

Upon seeing HuMing's luxury car, one of them approached it and inspected it closely, uttering some foul language.

"Fuck, bro. This car is expensive. Are those two old farts actually rich?"

The leader looked at the vehicle, then HuMing and KangXin, before finally shifting to the two elderly people.

The leader walked straight up to them and said coldly,

"Where's the money? Didn't I tell you to bring the money today?"

"We will not help that bastard repay his debt! Get out of here, or I'll call the police!"

The old director was very agitated. The madam supported him to prevent him from getting too worked up.

"So, you are his parents? Since he can't repay, naturally, it is up to you to do so."

The leader spoke slowly, but his gaze naturally turned to the orphanage. Inside, the lights shone, accompanied by occasional laughter from the children.

"AHHH!!"

Suddenly a scream interrupted the leader's thoughts, causing him to turn around, only to see one of his men kneeling in front of a young man, clutching his arm and screaming in agony.

Meanwhile, the young man stood calmly in place, his face hidden by shadows cast by the setting sun, obscuring his features.

The leader slowly turned around, removed his jacket, which revealed his glaring tattoos, and began walking toward HuMing.

"Kid, what are you doing?"

His voice was rough, and his expression fierce. Regular students would have been terrified witnessing such a scene. But HuMing remained firm, locking eyes with him.

"He tried to lay a hand on my people."

HuMing pulled KangXin behind him. It was clear what his henchman tried to do.

Kang Xin had originally intended to convince HuMing and have him leave.

From her understanding, if HuMing found out about this, he would have tackled the situation with only just passion. That was precisely the reason she chose to keep it hidden from HuMing.

Unfortunately, since the events had unfolded, HuMing wouldn't listen to her no matter what she said.

KangXin's thoughts turned correct. HuMing didn't listen to her.

If something unfortunate had happened, he would have been furious.

"This matter doesn't concern you. Leave now!"

"It's that man who owes you money. Why not go after him instead of targeting two defenseless aged people? Do you really believe those two have any spare money?"

"I don't care if they have any spare money or not. Their son said they do, so I'm here to collect!"

The leader seemed unwilling to continue the conversation with HuMing. He stepped forward, intending to force his way into the orphanage. However, the elderly couple blocked his path at the entrance, refusing to let him pass even an inch.

"You can't go in!"

"Get lost!"

One of the thugs following the man forcefully pushed the elderly director aside, causing his wife, who was supporting him, to be knocked to the ground as well.

Someone let out a whistle, seemingly entertained by the scene unfolding. Others shouted loudly, much and just like audacious intruders invading a residence.

Under the setting sun, this scene was particularly glaring.

The old director watched in despair as his feeble shouts didn't intervene with them. However, it all appeared to be in vain.

The leader approached the wooden door and was about to open it when suddenly, a loud sound echoed.

Everyone's attention zeroed onto HuMing, who had one foot stepping on a motorcycle. His hands casually rested in his pockets while his eyes exuded an air of coldness.

"Now, does it concern me?"

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