Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"...huh?" Karl, who had been nervously standing nearby, blinked in confusion.

The sudden change in her attitude caught him off guard.

He had noticed the exchange between her and the young master, and now it all made sense.

She was part of a wealthy family, and the young man had recognized her.

He figured it was best not to get involved, and so, without much thought, he quickly bowed his head in apology.

"I'm sorry, officer," Karl stammered, bending his head further in a show of submission.

Just as he did, he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder.

He looked up, startled, only to find Damien standing beside him, his face an unreadable mask of cold fury.

His eyes locked onto Lin Wanruo's, and the intensity in his gaze made the air feel thick.

"Pathetic," Damien said, his voice low and sharp like the edge of a blade. "Using your influence to wear that uniform and torment poor people instead of rich ones. You're as always a hypocritical bitch."

Lin Wanruo's heart raced as her mind spiraled, memories of the previous night flooding her thoughts.

Damien.

The name reverberated in her mind, each syllable a stinging reminder of how everything had gone wrong because of him.

Her vision blurred with the rage boiling inside her, recalling how she was blamed for his kidnapping, how he twisted events to make her seem like the villain.

And worst of all, she had lost her position in Camphrian City—bitten by the very system she had trusted, thrown away like a useless tool.

Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, a sudden sting of pain not enough to bring her back to reality.

Her blood boiled, and without another thought, she screamed, "DAMIEN!!"

The name escaped her lips like a furious roar, her anger fully consuming her now.

In a blind surge of emotion, she reached for her gun, ripping it from her holster, flipping off the safety without a second thought.

Procedures be damned—she wasn't thinking.

She couldn't think.

All she wanted was for him to suffer.

Her hands shook as she aimed the gun directly at Damien, every fiber of her being wanting to pull the trigger.

It was his fault she had lost everything.

He was the reason she was disgraced, stripped of her title.

And now, here he was, standing right in front of her, like a walking reminder of her failure.

Just as her finger inched towards the trigger, ready to send a bullet through him, Damien moved.

With a quick and calculated motion, he grabbed the young man who had been antagonizing her earlier, pulling him directly in front of his own body like a human shield.

"Don't," Damien warned, his cold eyes locking with hers, a smirk playing on his lips.

Wanruo's breath caught in her throat.

Her finger froze, mere millimeters from squeezing the trigger.

Her rage battled with the sudden realization of what would happen if she fired.

The young man, a spoiled brat from a well-connected family, stood between them now, his wide, terrified eyes staring back at her.

She couldn't shoot.

Not without consequences.

But the madness, the fury in her mind didn't subside.

Bang!

The sound echoed through the street like a clap of thunder.

Wanruo's heart stopped as her eyes darted to Damien, then to the young man.

Her grip on the gun slackened as she stared in disbelief at what had just unfolded.

She didn't even pull the damn trigger!

The young man stood still for a split second, his eyes widening in shock and confusion.

"Khwackk!" Then, as if his body realized what had happened before his mind could catch up, his legs buckled.

He stumbled, his knees giving way, and he collapsed to the ground.

THUD

Blood pooled beneath him, soaking the pavement, as his hand instinctively reached for his chest, where the bullet had struck near his heart.

Damien stood there, unfazed, watching the scene unfold with an unsettling calm.

His eyes flickered with amusement as the young man gasped for air, his life slipping away with each ragged breath. "H...elp..."

The smirk on Damien's face grew wider as he glanced at Lin, his expression unreadable.

"How could you kill someone like this, Wanruo?" Damien said, his voice cold and taunting.

Wanruo's world spun.

The gun felt heavy in her hand, her mind unable to process what had just happened.

She had been seconds away from pulling the trigger herself, but now...

Now, it was all chaos.

The young man lay dying at her feet, and Damien—he hadn't even flinched.

Damien, with a cool demeanor, turned towards Karl.

"Phone," he said, his voice steady but commanding.

Karl, still shaken by the chaos around him, fumbled in his pockets before quickly handing it over without a word.

He didn't need to ask why or for what purpose—there was something about Damien that demanded compliance in these moments.

But Karl, despite his own unease, couldn't stand idle.

His gaze shifted to the young man lying on the ground, bleeding and gasping for breath.

His humanity took over as panic gripped him—someone was dying, and no one else was moving to help.

Without a second thought, Karl sprinted towards the fallen man, his instincts kicking in.

He knelt down, struggling to lift the man's weight, but finally managed to haul him into the backseat of his blood-stained taxi.

The crimson stain quickly spread across the upholstery, but Karl didn't care.

His focus was singular—saving a life.

It wasn't about wealth, status, or who this young man was.

He was simply a human being in need, and Karl couldn't stand the thought of watching him die on the pavement.

With a glance over his shoulder towards Damien, Karl jumped back into the driver's seat.

The engine roared to life, and with tires screeching against the asphalt, the taxi sped off, the sound of the engine growing fainter as it vanished into the distance.

The faint echoes of the engine eventually disappeared, leaving the street eerily quiet.

Damien, still holding the phone, turned to look at Wanruo.

She stood frozen, her body rigid and her wide eyes locked onto the gun in her trembling hands.

Her mind was blank, unable to process the chaotic events that had just unfolded.

She had lost control, her judgment clouded by rage, and now—now she was lost in the aftermath.

"Pfft." Damien chuckled, the sound soft but mocking, cutting through the silence like a blade.

His amusement was evident as he observed her, the same Lin Wanruo who once tried to wield her family's power against him, now reduced to this—a broken mess, stunned by her own recklessness.

Without missing a beat, he calmly dialed a number on Karl's phone.

Holding it to his ear, his voice came out smooth and casual, as if he were calling an old friend.

"Hello," he began, pausing for a moment.

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"You might want to send some officers over."

He smiled, watching as Wanruo's eyes flickered in his direction, still struggling to grasp what he was doing.

"It seems," he continued, his tone dripping with amusement, "Officer Lin Wanruo has just shot an innocent citizen."

"Better hurry."

"You don't want a scandal, right?"

He ended the call with a satisfied smirk, casually slipping the phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

Then he left the place, given that there were cameras and people around to provide eyewitness accounts, and he couldn't be bothered for now.

He left behind Lin Wanruo, who stood with her gun slipping from her hand.

It fell as she kept looking, not realizing that mid-air her gun had suddenly been switched by Damien.

And then it was the gun that he had gotten from that guard whom he had killed in Raphael Mansion.

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