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

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The entire town’s population had no access to education—except for the boy.

HuMing observed the boy and noticed how deeply passionate and appreciative he was toward learning. Every word spoken by the teacher, Zhou, was carefully recorded in his notes.

During the break, the boy hopped over to HuMing in just a few quick steps, curiously sizing him up before asking

“Uncle, are you from outside?”

“Yes.”

Faced with the seven-year-old child, HuMing’s expression softened noticeably.

The boy’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and he eagerly exclaimed, “Wow, I really want to go outside too! I’ve grown this big, but my dad never takes me out. He says staying here is the safest.”

His eyes brimmed with longing for the outside world.

The boy clung to HuMing’s side, bombarding him with questions about all the fun things that could be found out there.

The two bodyguards responsible for protecting the boy exchanged helpless glances, uncertain how to handle the situation.

“My dream is to see what life is like outside! And maybe make a good friend!” The boy’s voice lowered as he leaned close to HuMing’s ear and whispered, “Teacher said there are schools outside, full of kids my age. If I went to school out there, I could make friends with them!”

The boy’s bright smile shone like the sun, making HuMing avert his gaze slightly.

He had never imagined the boy’s dream would be something as simple as stepping out of this lawless zone.

Here, the boy had everything. Yet, he longed to leave this comfort zone and see the world beyond.

HuMing found it hard to reconcile how vastly different the boy’s character was from that of his father, ChaChai. He couldn’t fathom how ChaChai had managed to raise him all these years.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Uncle, can you box?”

Before HuMing could reply, the boy struck a playful fighting pose, mimicking a boxer.

HuMing seemed momentarily stunned, then shook his head.

The boy’s enthusiasm deflated instantly, and he sighed in disappointment.

“Ah, what a pity. I’ve always wanted to learn boxing, but my heart isn’t in great shape. Dad doesn’t let me do strenuous activities like that.”

He kicked at a rock by his feet, his face clouded with frustration.

Just then, the phone of one of the men nearby chimed. The man glanced at the boy and said, “Young Master, it’s time to head back.”

“What? Is it that late already? I wanted to stay here with Teacher a bit longer,” the boy looked at Zhou with reluctance.

Zhou knelt down, gently patting the boy’s head to reassure him. “Don’t worry, you can come back next time.”

“Alright then, I’ll go now.” The boy waved goodbye to Zhou and then to HuMing.

HuMing nodded in response, watching as the boy left.

A man remained behind, gazing at HuMing before saying, “Mr. Ross, now that you’re here, why don’t you head up the mountain to rest? Lord ChaChai is waiting for you.”

“Alright.”

Without any objections, HuMing turned to glance at Zhou. The two exchanged a meaningful look, seemingly reaching a silent understanding. Then, HuMing followed the man away.

…

This time, HuMing didn’t have to walk or ride a motorbike to reach ChaChai’s residence.

A Range Rover carried the two of them toward an area far removed from the town.

There, only a single residential district existed—and it belonged to just one man.

The road was long and paved with white stone, wide enough to make its grandeur apparent. It stretched into the distance, where the lush greenery, white pavilions, and idyllic scenery could faintly be seen. At the entrance, uniformed guards stood ramrod straight.

From afar, an imposing mansion loomed into view, more of a palace than a house. To call it a “house” was a gross understatement—it barely conveyed even a fraction of its scale. Spanning a massive area, the closer one got, the more its vastness became evident. The sunlit, tawny walls bore the marks of age, yet radiated an unmistakable air of magnificence.

As the car approached the mansion, a verdant walled garden came into view, adorned with ornate fountains and intricately carved pillars.

An older man stood at the entrance, a retinue of servants behind him. The servants all wore identical smiles and bowed at an exact 90-degree angle as the car neared.

Another car was just pulling away, likely the one that had brought the boy home.

“Mr. Ross, this way, please.”

The man opened the car door for HuMing, who stepped out, adjusting his suit as his gaze swept around.

“Where’s ChaChai?”

“Lord ChaChai is waiting inside.”

The man led the way, with HuMing following. Behind them, the servants trailed in an orderly line.

The scene was almost absurd in its opulence, exuding an overwhelming sense of grandeur.

But HuMing remained composed, keeping pace with his guide until they entered an extravagant study.

The room was larger than Zhou’s entire courtyard, filled with luxurious artworks. Every piece looked like a priceless collectible.

Compared to the town of WuYuan, this place was a veritable palace, and ChaChai its undisputed emperor.

At the center of the study stood a muscular middle-aged man, his upper body well-defined. He was leisurely toying with a diamond-encrusted cane.

“Lord ChaChai, Mr. Ross has arrived.” 

Hearing this, ChaChai set down the cane, his hawk-like eyes locking onto HuMing as if trying to see right through him.

Yet, HuMing stood his ground, meeting ChaChai’s gaze without a hint of fear.

The man beside them couldn’t hide his shock.

In this lawless territory, no one dared defy ChaChai’s authority. Apart from the boy, no one had the courage to look him in the eye—let alone sustain such an unwavering stare!

But here was Ross, holding ChaChai’s gaze, unflinching and unaffected.

ChaChai finally set the cane aside and approached HuMing with measured steps, studying him intently.

“Mr. Ross, you’re much younger than I expected.”

“And I thought you’d be an old man with a full head of white hair,” HuMing replied, a faint smirk curving his lips, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation.

ChaChai raised an eyebrow, his smile mirroring HuMing’s.

“You live up to your name, Mr. Ross. Everyone who comes to negotiate with me fears my gaze. After all, this is my domain—anyone who displeases me won’t leave here alive. But you’re different. You’re like a young lion, fearless before me.”

ChaChai began clapping, his eyes gleaming with appreciation.

“I like you, Mr. Ross. We’ll discuss business tomorrow. For now, let’s enjoy a banquet together.”

With that, ChaChai turned and headed toward the dining hall.

HuMing watched him for a moment before following.

‘Chachai’s trying his best to learn the ways of nobility, but his inherent roughness makes his actions seem particularly out of place.’ HuMing thought to himself.

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