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

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[Was it ChaChai's decision?]

HuMing pondered. This was something the outside world had no knowledge of, and as the boss had said, with time, it would gradually fade into oblivion.

Even if it were brought up again in the future, people would merely treat it as a rumor.

"But back then, I met that couple. I wasn't much older than they were at the time. When I saw them, the wife's belly was noticeably big. To think, a double tragedy—a life lost, and the child too. No wonder everyone was so outraged."

The boss couldn't help but sigh. Even though so much time had passed, the atrocities committed back then were unforgettable.

"Sir, you must remember this: the townsfolk here are wary of outsiders. If you're here to do business, you'd better build connections in advance, or you might find yourself unable to make a single move in this town."

"Build connections? Does that mean I need someone from the town to vouch for me?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"That's about right. But you must understand this is not a place frequented by outsiders. Besides ChaChai, there are several smaller factions here. If conflicts arise between them, ChaChai typically won’t intervene unless things get out of hand."

"Well, isn't everyone living in turmoil these days? Even people outside this town might not be better off. At least our dogs here get to eat meat, while some outsiders live worse than dogs, barely managing a meal with a shred of meat."

The boss shook his head, seemingly resigned to life's hardships.

HuMing didn’t argue, knowing full well that the boss’s words were true.

People spoke of lawless areas being chaotic, but at least there was food to eat. HuMing had visited places so impoverished that a single potato had to be borrowed to stave off hunger.

In barren lands, the poor oppressed the even poorer, creating a vicious cycle with no end in sight.

The boss noticed HuMing had finished his meal but hadn’t drunk all his cola. Rising to clear the plates, the boss said:

"Well, I won’t disturb your rest. The inn has Wi-Fi; feel free to use it. Still, I’d suggest you leave tomorrow morning. If you head into town at this hour, you might end up running back here halfway through."

"Alright."

HuMing gently closed the door, then walked to the window. His fingertips brushed lightly over the windowsill, picking up a thin layer of dust. He quickly pulled the curtains shut.

His mind wandered back to Ah Zhao’s letter and the address written on the envelope.

What had Ah Zhao experienced here? How had he managed to escape this lawless place?

These questions remained a mystery, but HuMing believed that once he found the man named "Zhou," all would become clear.

Placing his suitcase under the bed, HuMing poured the remaining cola down the toilet.

When the boss had left earlier, HuMing had noticed something peculiar—a strange necklace around his neck. He’d seen similar necklaces on a middle-aged woman and a man staying at the inn.

It seemed to be of some significance.

However, HuMing didn’t ask immediately because he knew the boss would tell him soon.

…

The countryside night was eerily silent, unlike the bustling noise of the city. Everything was calm—no footsteps, no roaring car engines, no chattering crowds.

The inn had long closed its doors, plunging into an oppressive stillness.

HuMing lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

Suddenly, the sound of a key turning broke the silence. The movement was subtle, but the faint clinking of metal was unmistakable to HuMing’s ears.

His eyes snapped open, and he turned his head toward the door.

The intruder carefully pushed the door open, glancing toward HuMing's bed.

Seeing him apparently asleep, the intruder let out a breath of relief.

The hallway light dimmed at some point, obscuring the intruder’s features.

Slowly, the figure crept toward HuMing, scanning the room as if searching for something.

When the intruder reached the far side of the bed, his eyes landed on the suitcase beneath it—the same one HuMing had brought when he checked in.

He bent down to grab it, but just as his hand reached the suitcase, HuMing suddenly sprang up. Grabbing a glass bottle, he smashed it over the man’s head with force.

A painful scream rang out as the man clutched his bleeding head, terror filling his eyes as he stared at the shadowy figure.

The other party seemed to have noticed his presence long ago and had been on guard against him ever since.

The man tried to push himself up to flee, but HuMing seized his collar and slammed him onto the floor.

Shards of glass from the shattered bottle scattered across the ground, some embedding into the man’s skin, making him writhe in agony.

His wide eyes reflected disbelief.

HuMing flipped on the light, revealing the intruder—it was the same man who had checked into the inn earlier that day.

The man was wearing a light floral shirt, and the necklace around his neck trembled with his shivering body.

HuMing yanked the necklace off and stared coldly at the man.

"Tell me, what exactly is this?"

The man turned onto his stomach to avoid more glass shards piercing his back. He panted heavily, his eyes fixed on HuMing.

"If you won’t talk, that’s fine. I’m sure someone else will."

HuMing shifted his gaze to the doorway and said, "Boss, do I have to drag you out, or will you come out yourself?"

After a moment of silence, the boss finally emerged from the shadows, his earlier servile demeanor replaced by panic.

In his eyes, HuMing had likely been an easy target. Yet not only had HuMing subdued the other man, but he’d also seen through their scheme.

The boss hesitated, struggling to come up with an excuse.

"How did you know we’d come after you? We didn’t leave any clues behind."

"Your place is full of clues."

HuMing gestured for the boss to sit, still holding a shard of glass as a weapon.

"The windowsill was filthy—one swipe, and it’s covered in dust. The weeds outside are overgrown, and even the signboard is crooked. If this were a real inn, those details would’ve been taken care of."

Tossing the glass aside, HuMing sat across from the boss.

"Also, the drug in the cola doesn’t work on me."

Hearing this, the boss turned pale as a sheet.