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

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The towering skyscrapers and the bustling crowds formed a vibrant cityscape. As HuMing leaned on the railing, looking out over the view, the world seemed to expand before him. The beautiful city unfolded like a living painting.

Neatly aligned high-rises, bustling crossroads teeming with traffic, and orderly factories dotted with chimneys—everything appeared in perfect harmony.

Standing on the balcony of a tall building, HuMing gazed into the distance. The twinkling streetlights, colorful neon signs, and faint glow of the city formed a breathtaking picture.

At this moment, he held a pair of binoculars, his gaze fixed intently on a particular figure.

This person was his target.

That individual carried the intel HuMing needed, and he had to extract it from them. In his earpiece, a lazy voice broke the silence.

“You’ve been tailing him for so long without being noticed. Looks like your skills are top-notch,” the voice teased. However, HuMing showed no emotional reaction.

He knew very well the unreliable nature of the person on the other end of the line. He also knew that if he botched this mission, that person would definitely drag him back for “retraining."

“This is your first mission. Be careful and ensure your safety. Of course, you must complete the task too.”

“You talk too much,” HuMing replied coldly as he lowered the binoculars.

Under the night sky, his youthful and strikingly handsome face stood out, accentuated by a cold and stoic expression. If he were walking on the streets, he would undoubtedly attract swarms of admirers.

Because of this, HuMin had insisted that HuMing disguise himself before the mission—at least enough to avoid drawing unnecessary attention.

Though she gave such advice, HuMin herself was far from professional when it came to dealing with HuMing.

When drunk, she would often burst into his room in the middle of the night, pinching and kissing his face without a shred of restraint.

HuMing had tried resisting, but he couldn’t even win against a drunken HuMin!

Helpless, he was treated like a pitiful prey by HuMin for a long time, until recently when HuMing finally turned the tables, pinning HuMing onto the bed, and then handcuffing her in place!

Since then, HuMin hadn’t barged into his room at night again.

Now, HuMin had arranged his very first mission: recovering an experimental sample from someone.

The client hadn’t disclosed the nature of the sample, only providing a photograph and some intel. This was why they had sought out HuMin and were willing to pay a hefty fee for her services.

They were well aware of her reputation in the mercenary world. However, what surprised them most was HuMin assigning the mission to her apprentice instead of taking it herself.

Initially, the client objected—they had hired HuMin, not HuMing! But HuMin made it clear: if they didn’t accept her condition, they could leave.

Faced with her firm stance, the client reluctantly agreed under two conditions: HuMin had to ensure the sample was retrieved, and HuMing had to prove himself capable of handling the task.

These terms were not unreasonable, and HuMin readily agreed.

This was how HuMing ended up on the rooftop of a skyscraper, monitoring the man mentioned in the intel.

“HuMing, I can’t help but remember the looks on their faces when you deciphered the intel. I bet they were wondering if you were one of them,” the voice on the earpiece cackled again.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Without a word, HuMing calmly turned off the earpiece, his eyes unwavering as they followed the figure below.

***

In a bustling seafood market, crowds came and went, undeterred by the late hour. The noise and activity were relentless, thanks partly to a seafood restaurant next door. Many customers would buy seafood at the market and have it cooked at the restaurant.

Even as a late-night hotspot, the place remained lively.

Among the crowd was a man in a patterned shirt and mud-streaked shoes. Water trickling from a nearby tank splashed onto his shoes, washing away some dirt but leaving them far from clean.

He carried a tricolor woven bag slung over his shoulder, his eyes darting around cautiously as if on high alert.

“Hey, isn’t that Yan Hong’s son? Ah Zhao, you’re back!” an auntie at the market entrance called out.

The man froze for a moment before a smile spread across his face.

“Hello, Aunt Rong. Long time no see.”

“Oh my, you have no idea how much your mom’s been missing you. Go home and see her quickly!”

“Ok, I will.”

Lowering his head again, Ah Zhao walked towards a dilapidated residential building.

It had been years since he’d left home. His mother often called, asking about his life, but he always brushed her off with vague answers.

Now, after all this time, he decided it was finally time to return.

He climbed the worn cement stairs, his wet shoes leaving marks. The walls were roughly painted white, with advertisements stuck on the doors of each floor. Some doors were covered in dust, hinting at long-abandoned apartments.

Stopping before a green door that looked much like it had years ago, Ah Zhao noticed it had been recently washed clean of dust.

Knocking on the door, he called out

“Mom, I’m back.”

The sound of slippers shuffling on the floor grew closer, and soon the green door opened to reveal a middle-aged woman. Her face lit up as she immediately hugged Ah Zhao around the neck.

“My boy, you’re finally back! I’ve missed you so much!” 

“Let’s go inside and talk,” Ah Zhao said, his voice weary. He cast a quick glance towards the stairwell, ensuring no one was watching, before stepping inside.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes from a neighboring building were watching his every move.

***

On the table were a plate of greens, a dish of river shrimp, and a serving of oyster omelet. The spread was modest, but Ah hao devoured it with such fervor that it seemed like the best meal he’d had in ages.

“Eat slower! No one’s going to steal your food,” his mother chided affectionately, placing a glass of water in front of him.

For her, the greatest joy today was her son’s unexpected return.

“Will you be staying this time, or are you leaving again?” 

Ah Zhao’s chopsticks paused mid-air. He swallowed his food, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and replied, “I think I’ll stay. I haven’t earned much out there anyway.”

“Is it money you’re short on?” she asked, her face filled with concern. Taking two hundred yuan from her pocket, she placed it in front of him.

“It’s not much, just today’s bonus from work. Take it and use it if you need it.”