Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches Chapter 93 - Family’s misfortune

Han YunXi peeked outside and saw a motorcycle, but there was no one in sight. This struck her as odd. She distinctly rembered locking the door for safety.

The hallway was pitch dark, and she squinted toward the old director's office. To her surprise, the previously locked door was now open!

'Is soone stealing sothing?'

Han YunXi instinctively thought of this possibility. She considered calling HuMing at the drop of the hat, but looking at the motorcycle outside, she was afraid she'd miss the ti. So, she slowed her pace and headed toward the director's office.

anwhile, inside the office, a disheveled middle-aged man with an exaggerated hairstyle was rummaging through the director's belongings. With papers scattered across the floor, it was apparent he was searching for sothing.

"Where did those two old fools hide the money? There isn't even a safe here!"

The man's tone was impatient, and his face showed signs of irritation.

If the old director were here, he would instantly recognize the man, after all, he was their son!

Zhao Qiong had co all the way to this shithole, of course, for the money. Initially, he wasn't sure of the exact location, only the general area. If he hadn't encountered two delivery people on the way who said there was actually a dilapidated orphanage, he would not have found this place.

He had sneaked in because there were a lot of children around, and it seed they were having so sort of barbecue party. He planned to take advantage of their distraction and steal the money from the old fools!

He knew the old fools' habits very well---they didn't like to keep money in banks, so even if there is a bank card, it's not much use.

He also knew that the old fools had a retirent fund. Considering they hadn't contacted him for a long ti, he figured they must have spent the money here.

"Keeping money from your own son and spending it on raising other people's children? Why are there parents like you two?"

Zhao Qiong searched through the entire director's office but still couldn't find the money. He looked around anxiously and soon noticed a painting on the wall. He saw signs of the fra having been moved, revealing a faint mark.

Following the mark, he shifted the painting and finally found several rolls of red banknotes hidden behind the wall!

He frantically stuffed the money into his pockets as if mad.

"Damn, old n, I'm not leaving a single cent for you. When I needed money, you guys didn't help ! I'll make you regret it!"

Suddenly, a clear and cute voice rang out.

"Sister YunXi, what are you doing in front of the director's office?"

Zhao Qiong froze in terror and instinctively turned around, only to see a shadow at the window. The figure quickly ran away in a panic!

Monts later, the girl's scream echoed through the night.

"There's a thief!"

Han YunXi's heart raced as she hurried toward HuMing. However, Zhao Qiong soon pursued her!

He grabbed at Han YunXi's hair and threateningly snarled.

"Damn it, you b*tch, what the hell are you screaming for!"

As soon as the words fell, HuMing charged in from outside. The little girl who had witnessed the scene was already trembling with fear!

Seeing Zhao Qiong's actions, HuMing's eyes turned icy.

He glared at the man before him and said, "Let her go."

"Let go? You filthy brats, everything you have; food, clothes, are all my parents. You should be grateful to !"

Hearing this, HuMing realized imdiately that the man was the old director's son.

The hopeless gambler they had ntioned.

He must have co here today just for the money, and Han YunXi had caught him in the act.

Thinking so, HuMing took a deep breath.

"I know why you're here. You can take the money, but you must let her go."

"Who the hell are you to tell what to do?"

"If you don't listen, you can just wait here. I've already called the police. If you don't leave now, you'll have no chance later!"

Ye QiuXue erged from behind HuMing, brandishing her phone as an explicit threat.

Hearing that the police had been called, Zhao Qiong instantly panicked.

Having just been released from prison, he had no intention of returning.

Moreover, he was here for money, not to sacrifice himself!

Thinking about this, he pushed Han YunXi away and bolted for the door.

HuMing wrapped Han YunXi in his arms, his gaze growing increasingly fierce as he watched Zhao Qiong's retreating figure.

Han YunXi clung tightly to HuMing, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The whole situation had terrified her; she hadn't expected the man to chase after her.

She really ssed up!

However, her anxiety turned to concern as she thought about the stolen money. She looked at HuMing, her voice trembling.

"Brother, he took all the money! That was Grandpa Director's retirent fund!"

"Yeah, I know."

He handed Han YunXi over to Ye QiuXue for comfort and headed outside.

At that mont, he witnessed a distressing scene.

The old director, who had just gotten out of the car, tried to grab Zhao Qiong, but Zhao Qiong shoved him away while cursing!

Lan Jun and the old director's wife rushed to help the old director, helplessly watching as Zhao Qiong drove away with the stolen money.

"Zhao Qiong, co back here!"

The old director's hoarse voice echoed through the night, but all that remained was the fading tail lights of the escaping vehicle.

At this mont, the old dean's wife was already in tears, continuously lanting their family's misfortune.

HuMing quickly walked over to them to check their condition.

The old director seed genuinely distressed by Zhao Qiong's actions, heaving and looking in considerable pain.

Lan Jun hurriedly retrieved an oxygen mask from the trunk and helped the old director breathe.

"Young Master, we must get him to the hospital imdiately!"

Lan Jun said with a grave expression. They had just co back from the hospital, and now they had to go back again!

From their conversation, that man seems to be the son of these two old people.

"I'll go with you!" Hu Ming said, helping the old director into the car. Ye QiuXue also rushed out from inside.

However, when she saw the scene, her face turned pale.

"HuMing, the old director, he..."

"Stay here with the children. I'll be back soon," HuMing instructed, his face dark with anger.

Ye QiuXue, though frightened by Hu Ming's grim deanor, could only nod in agreent.