Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

In Rose Street,

The old woman stood behind the counter of her flower shop, her wrinkled hands gently brushing over the petals of a bouquet as three men entered. Their expressions were hard, and their eyes cold as they approached her.

"You need to empty this place by the end of the week," the tallest of the three said, his voice sharp and demanding. "Orders from the owner."

The old woman straightened her back, shaking her head. "I'm not going anywhere. My husband opened this shop with his own hands. This place means more to me than you understand."

One of the other men scoffed, stepping closer. "That's not our problem, lady. We don't care about your husband or your memories. You have to leave, or we'll make you."

Her eyes flickered with defiance as she met his gaze. "You won't. I won't let you."

The men glanced at each other, tension building in the small space. Their patience was running thin, but before they could say more, the door opened again. A young man stepped inside.

"Go away, the shop is closed," one of the three men said as he gestured for the newcomer to leave.

"Is there a problem here?" Damien asked, his tone calm but firm.

The three men stiffened slightly at his tone, glancing at him before the tallest one spoke up, "Just telling the old lady to clear out. None of your business, kid."

Damien's gaze shifted to the old woman, then back to the men. "I think you'll want to reconsider that."

"Reconsider? You bast—" Before one of them could curse, the taller one stopped him, realizing the newcomer looked wealthy. Given his handsome appearance and expensive suit, they knew offending him could create trouble.

"Listen, we are not forcing her out. This shop originally belongs to the Malhotras, and this woman is forcibly living here," the man explained to Damien, wanting to clarify that they weren't doing anything illegal. They were forced to make this woman leave since the place originally belonged to them.

"Is it true, Grandma?" Damien turned to the old woman, who, knowing it was true, slightly nodded her head before turning it away. He noticed fresh soil on her hands and the apron she wore to plant the flowers.

"See? Now go away," the man told Damien more confidently, seeing that the old woman hadn't resisted him.

"I see. If it's the Malhotras, then you must know about Abhishek Malhotra, right?" Damien inquired. He remembered the name from when he was inviting several high-society people to his marriage with Emilia.

'!'

"Y-yes," all three men replied, slightly taken aback. The man who had been trying to intimidate Damien slowly reiterated, feeling that if this man was aware of their newly appointed boss's name, it was likely to trouble them.

"Call him and tell him it's Damien," Damien stretched out his hand and requested a phone from all three of them. As they recognized the name Damien Raphael, their expressions shifted. They now saw that he was a trans who had been cast out by his family.

"It didn't work on them," Damien noted, understanding that, unlike the people in Campaign City, these locals were clearly aware that when a major family announces abandonment, it means an irrevocable severance of ties.

Damien had managed to uphold his status as the heir of the Raphael family until now, but it seemed challenging moving forward.

"Well, well, well, isn't this the wast—BAM!" One of the men tried to belittle Damien, but instead, he received a punch to the face so swift that it felt like the man's face was a cushion being hit by a sponge.

"Kugh!" The man staggered back, clutching his nose as blood trickled down his face, his eyes wide with shock.

His two companions reacted instinctively, stepping forward to attack Damien, but he was already in motion.

Damien glanced at the clock on the wall, a smile forming as he noted the time; the library nearby was scheduled to close in 20 seconds, with 10 seconds remaining before the lunar event would occur.

'30', he counted silently, noting the seconds ticking by.

The first of the two lunged toward him, but Damien sidestepped easily, his movements fluid and precise.

The man swung wildly, missing entirely as Damien ducked under the punch and delivered a swift jab to his gut.

The man doubled over, gasping for air.

'29…28…' Damien's eyes flicked back to the clock as he twisted around, catching the third man trying to attack him from behind.

Enjoy exclusive content from m v -NovelBin.net

He grabbed the man's arm, twisting it behind his back and forcing him to the ground with a sharp, calculated move.

The tall man, still reeling from the punch, recovered and charged at Damien in anger.

"You're dead!" he yelled, swinging his fist with all his strength.

Damien didn't even flinch.

He moved slightly to the side, letting the man's fist sail past him, and retaliated with a brutal elbow to the man's ribs. The crack of bone was audible as the man let out a guttural cry of pain.

'25…24…' Damien counted in his mind, his eyes calm and calculating, as if he were merely waiting for something rather than engaged in a fight.

He glanced at the clock again, his expression unreadable. The men were down but still conscious, groaning in pain and trying to muster the strength to stand.

The first man, clutching his stomach, growled in frustration and rushed at Damien again, only to be met with a swift kick to the chest that sent him flying backward into the flower display.

Petals scattered everywhere as he crashed into the shelves, knocking over pots and vases.

'20…19…'

"Stop!" the second man shouted, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face. "You're gonna pay for this, man! Do you know who we work for?"

Damien glanced at him briefly, his expression still indifferent.

"I don't care." He stepped forward, delivering a final punch that sent the second man sprawling on the floor, unconscious.

The tall man tried to crawl away, but Damien grabbed him by the collar, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. He slammed him into the door, his eyes cold.

"You think you're tough because you can bully an old woman?" he said quietly, his voice calm but carrying an edge of danger.

'10…9…' He loosened his grip slightly, letting the man drop to the ground in a heap, groaning in pain.

"Get out," Damien ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And tell your boss that if he wants this place, he'll have to come through me."

The three men scrambled to their feet, limping and staggering toward the door.

Damien watched them go, his gaze fixed on them as he counted down. '3…2…1'

Just then, at the exact time, he noticed two people approaching. One appeared to be in a wheelchair while the other pushed it.

His smile vanished, replaced by genuine worry as he turned towards the old woman, who would be his ticket to getting into a favorable position. "Are you alright, Grandma?"

She smiled softly, her wrinkled face filled with gratitude. "I am now. Thank you, young man."

Damien nodded, before hearing voices coming from the door. As he listened, the sound of wheels reached his ears; due to his enhanced senses, he could clearly distinguish that the sound of the wheels was accompanied by a person's footsteps, most likely someone pushing it towards the shop. He added, "Grandma, they were from the Malhotra family.

I would suggest you close the shop and not get entangled with that evil family; they are rotten to the core."

"YOU! HOW DARE—" Suddenly, a woman yelled, and her voice echoed loudly inside the flower shop. The old woman looked frightened, covering her face as she glanced towards the two young women who had entered; one was seated in a wheelchair while the other held it tightly, glaring at Damien, but was interrupted by the one in the wheelchair.

"Stop it, it's fine," Akira said as she turned towards the man in front of her. After leaving the library, she had seen three of the men who were often around her family estate being beaten and left in a pitiful state.

To understand what was happening here, she just wanted to inquire with the shop owner, but the moment she entered, she heard this young man cursing her family, prompting her to add, "I apologize for my friend's rudeness; she just thought you were bullying the old lady."

Akira didn't reveal that her full name was Akira Malhotra, but kept it hidden from the man as he thought there was no reason to reveal additional information. From her words, it was clear that no one, in major cases, would reveal their family name. Once here, the man in front of them had an unfavorable impression of it.

"Oh, I see. I was rude too, apologies," Damien said. Hearing Akira's words, he could clearly understand that everything was going in the right direction. It was evident that the man before them held no favorable image of the Malhotras.

"It's fine," the woman holding Akira's wheelchair just shook her head, showing her dissatisfaction and seeming ready to forgive Damien for cursing the family of her friend.

Indeed, she had only gotten angry at Damien because she thought Akira would feel bad hearing her family being cursed.

"Apologies, but I heard you expressing some unfavorable opinions about the Malhotra family?" Akira couldn't help but inquire about the reason for this young man to hold such an image of the family in his eyes, revealing his clear anger towards them.

THIS CHAPTER UPLOAD FIRST AT NOVELBIN.COM