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

Since they were already here, HuMing knew Lee Tian wouldn't let them leave so easily.

How could a mere dagger intimidate anyone?

So, Lee Tian had procured a handgun from the black market. If HuMing or Han ShuYi showed any sign of resisting, he was ready to shoot them both.

At this moment, Han ShuYi's adrenaline was surging to its peak. His back was to Lee Tian, unaware of what he was up to.

Meanwhile, HuMing clearly saw him holding up his phone as if he was capturing this entire scene.

"Han ShuYi, you know your mother worries about you, right? She wants you to live."

"HuMing, I want to live too."

At this moment, he really wanted to end HuMing here and now. He slowly raised his stance, his gaze sharp and fierce.

"ShuYi, if you want to live, you have to be ruthless. Otherwise, it's you who will die. This is something your father taught me, and now, I'm teaching you the same thing," Lee Tian laughed wildly, holding both his phone and the handgun, clearly anticipating what would unfold next.

Han ShuYi moved toward HuMing, and the next moment, he suddenly swung a fist at HuMing's face!

HuMing, seemingly caught off guard, stumbled back from the force of the punch.

His hands were bound, giving him no real chance to fight back.

Han ShuYi wasn't about to waste this opportunity; he continued his assault, each punch landing on HuMing.

But something felt off---despite every hit connecting with HuMing, he didn't feel the expected impact.

Yet HuMing's reactions were unmistakably real.

Lee Tian was pleased with Han ShuYi's ruthlessness, but on the other end of the video call, Zhou WenLi watched in disbelief, her hand covering her mouth.

She never imagined her son could hit so viciously!

"ShuYi, stop! He's your brother!" Zhou WenLi cried out while Han LiTian, sitting beside her, observed with a dark, disapproving gaze.

Had he not seen it himself, he wouldn't have believed ShuYi could be so brutal.

Was he really using what he had learned on his own family?

He could've bought time without being this brutal!

Kang Xin watched the scene silently on her phone, but she wasn't particularly worried.

After all, her young master had done similar things before.

Knowing his nature, he wouldn't let himself be truly hurt. Just as he'd once skillfully avoided punches from SuLiu's admirers, only to pretend he was wounded afterward.

No one knew this secret---only she did.

Lee Tian noticed the blood on HuMing's cheek, evidence of serious injury.

He set his phone aside, his expression cold and focused.

"HuMing, you ruined everything for me. Even if I kill you, it won't satisfy my hatred!"

"I ruined everything? Did I make you cheat? Or did I betray you? I'll say it again---if you hadn't done it, there'd be no evidence against you."

"Shut up!"

Lee Tian raised the gun, pointing it at HuMing. His finger hovered over the trigger, his breaths heavy.

Then, suddenly, he laughed.

"Don't worry---I won't kill you just yet. I want Zhou WenLi to make a choice. Let's see if she'll choose Han ShuYi or you, the bastard with no blood relation."

"You can spare yourself the concern."

As Han ShuYi kept up the assault, HuMing kept talking, unrelentingly evasive, drawing out the fight and exhausting ShuYi's stamina.

He pressed HuMing toward Lee Tian, and then, noticing the narrowed look in HuMing's eyes, ShuYi realized what he was planning.

Even if he dealt with HuMing here, Lee Tian probably wouldn't let him go. It might be better to let HuMing save him!

If HuMing was willing to take a risk, then he might as well give him a hand!

With that thought, Han ShuYi kicked HuMing, who raised his bound hands in front of him, stumbling backward.

And with that stumble, he ended up right before Lee Tian.

Lee Tian instinctively stepped back to create some distance, but in the next moment, HuMing spun around and grabbed his hand!

At the same time, HuMing shouted toward Han ShuYi behind him, "Run!"

Meanwhile, although the phone screen was dark, the audio still recorded everything.

When Han LiTian and Zhou WenLi heard HuMing's desperate yell, their hearts jumped. Then, from the other end of the phone, they heard multiple gunshots and a scream!

Zhou WenLi's body trembled at the sound, her lips pale with fear.

Han LiTian urged Lan Jun to drive faster.

Lan Jun floored the gas pedal, speeding the car down the road!

...

Han ShuYi dragged his injured leg, moving forward as best as he could.

The scream from a moment ago had come from him.

HuMing was grappling with Lee Tian, trying to keep him from firing the gun. Lee Tian, in turn, struggled against him, repeatedly pulling the trigger. One of the bullets had grazed Han ShuYi's thigh.

It hurt, but he could still keep moving.

Blood dripped onto the ground, and the once-clear sky had become overcast as if someone were purposefully setting a tragic scene.

Gritting his teeth, Han ShuYi continued limping toward the lighthouse, his expression twisted with rage.

He wouldn't let Lee Tian go. If Lee Tian survived this, he'd make him understand true suffering!

As for HuMing---now knowing that all of the Lee family's misfortunes had been HuMing's doing. Once he returned, he'd be on guard against him to prevent any future schemes.

"Wonder what happened to HuMing. If he dies at Lee Tian's hands, all the better."

He muttered under his breath as blood continued to seep from his wound.

The polished, approachable young master of the Han family was now reduced to a pitiful state.

Han ShuYi recalled his time in the countryside where he had labored under the blazing sun to harvest wheat.

Back then, his classmates mocked him, calling him a peasant and saying he'd always be a country bumpkin.

That was when he decided he'd change his future, but someone told him that there was a shortcut, and that it had always belonged to him.

They showed him HuMing's luxurious life, the life that should've been his.

From that moment, he hated everyone.

He hated the couple who had "mistakenly" took him. He hated HuMing for living the life meant for him. And he hated those who had laughed at him.

They all deserved to die!

He would reclaim everything that was his and crush everyone beneath his feet.

A fierce flame of anger blazed in Han ShuYi's eyes. He resolved to clear every obstacle in his way.

But first, he had to live.

He clenched his fists and pushed himself toward the lighthouse. Just then, a furious roar sounded from behind.

Lee Tian's face now bore a fresh, bloodied scar, his gaze fierce as though he wanted to devour everything before him.

"Han ShuYi, you can't escape!"