Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

'It's my fault', Damien, clasping his head with his hand, remembered the suffering everyone was experiencing because of him. He felt frustrated, but he also knew that he had worked hard to get to this point. Slowly, he tried to calm his mind, loosening his grip on his head.

"Who should I call?" His hand began to move towards the phone screen but stopped, realizing that everyone was against him.

He knew he was seen as an incompetent heir of a fallen family and felt there was no hope of reaching out to anyone.

'Amelia? No,' Damien rejected the thought of calling her, knowing that it would only endanger her life too. This prompted him to think of another name that could help him in this situation. 'Lin Wanruo?!'

A name suddenly flashed inside his mind, reminding him of a woman who always stood for justice and never backed down, even when he tried to use his influence as the heir of the Raphael Group.

"Yes, her family background is also strong," Damien remembered learning about her family's lineage of cultivators when he returned to the main city from Cramphian City five years ago.

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Due to being entangled in several situations, she would often call him to threaten him in order to find evidence. This resulted in her number being stored in his caller list. As he dialed her number and the call connected, Damien hastily spoke, "Hello, Lin Wanruo. Please listen to me this time."

But even before he could complete his words, a feminine voice replied from the other side, "Where are you right now?"

"Huh? Wanruo, you need to listen to me first." Slightly taken aback by her words but considering it her regular habit to ask about his location and approach directly with handcuffs, Damien decided to speak first and explain his situation to her.

"I know that some people are after your life. I will save you, just tell me your location, trust me." Lin Wanruo replied from the other side of the call, while trying to calmly hear his reply.

"What? Listen, Wanruo, I am at Third Street outside my old office building," Damien informed, but before he could finish, the call got cut off. He assumed she had already left to come to this place.

'Now, what Ophelia was talking about,' Damien's hand loosened, causing the phone to drop on the ground, before remembering Ophelia's words, which were about something turning him into Cauldron.

Upon hearing that word, he was aware that they were most likely planning to use him as an energy source.

However, the issue was that Damian was not a cultivator and did not possess the physique to be considered worth using in such a way.

Then only one question remained: What does that shadow want from him?

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'It's already an hour', Lying down on the corner of a dimly lit street, propping his back against the wall, Damien struggled to lift his gaze and looked at the time on his phone screen.

"Are you here, Damien?"

Suddenly, a voice made Damien realize that the familiarity in the voice belonged to none other than Lin Wanruo. This caused him to reply, "I- I am here." Explore stories on empire

With those words, he flexed his hand and tried to lift his body. The prosthetic leg hardly supported him as he stumbled, nearly losing control. He found himself face-to-face with a woman dressed as a police officer, slowly advancing towards him in the alley with a gun clenched in both hands.

"Lin Wanruo—BANG!—Huh?" Damian tried to call her, but before he could finish his sentence, a sound reverberated inside the alley. A spark came from the direction of the woman, accompanied by a sudden force and a sharp pain as it landed on his thighs, causing him to collapse and realize that his legs gave way.

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"Haahh...Haah...", Falling to his knees with both legs injured, one already broken, and the other wounded by a bullet, Damien didn't feel pain, only shock. Gasping for breath, he tried to lift himself towards the woman.

"Now he will not runaway", Saying those words, the woman slowly moved as a man with a purple hair slowly revealed himself from behind her. The woman halted, with folded hands holding the gun, while the man stood behind her, with her back propped on his chest.

"This piece of shit made me loose my fingers" Ye Fan coldly looked towards the man who was on his knees, bloodied and gazing at them.

"Why? Weren't you said Justice..." Damien wanted to say the words that woman always told him when she arrested or tried to detain him for his crimes, but he stopped himself when he saw the smirk on Ye Fan's face. Ye Fan's hand moved towards the woman's chest, unbuttoning her shirt and revealing her cleavage.

"Right now, I am bringing justice by killing—Angh~!" Just as Lin wanruo was about to speak, her breath hitched when she felt Ye fan's hands exploring under her shirt, resulting in a soft moan escaping her as he pinched her nipples.

"Stop it, I am dealing with him," She tightly grasped his hand from above her uniform, motioning for Ye Fan to halt, but was distracted by the sensation of his bulge pressing against her ass. "Let me reward you by pounding you for catching this pest," he added.

"Hnghh~ Ahh~" Ye fan pinched her nipples and nibbled on her ears, while his gaze remained fixed on Damien who had shamefully averted his eyes, realizing that justice also picks sides.

Right now, he was nothing but a weakling running from the inevitable, causing him to grit his jaw in frustration. He now regrets his life choices, realizing he had several chances to kill that police officer and make it look like an accident.

However, he always thought she was a brave woman prompting him to leave her alive.

But now,"Bitch."

"Huh? What did you say?" Lin Wanruo, who was moaning while feeling Ye Fan's touch, suddenly stopped as her eyes turned cold, trying to hear the words that she seemed to have misheard.

His gaze snapping upwards, Damien fixed his eyes on the both of them, directing his words specifically at Lin Wanruo with a clear and assertive voice, he declared, "You're nothing but a dirty whore with a loose fuckhole!"

"You incompetent bastard!" In an instant, Wanruo's eyes widened as she brought her gun forward in rage, clenching her jaws as she yelled, "Die!"

BANG!

She fired the gun.

"Kughh!" The bullet struck directly near Damien's heart as his eyes looked towards the world turning upside down. He fell backward with all his life memories flashing inside his mind in succession, with all the emotions attached to those memories bombarding his mind.

VROOOOOM!

But just before he could completely lose consciousness, a sudden roar of a bike engine reverberated through the street.

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Ye Fan and Wanruo's eyes widened as a black, sleek bike tore through the street, leaving behind burned rubber tracks and smoke in the air as it headed towards Damien.

"Hey baby, I warned you not to run off, right?" The motorcycle came crashing down right next to Damien, as the figure donning a sleek black helmet, looking feminine with those sexy curves and a tantalizing cleavage enhanced by a cute little mole, locked her gaze on the man kneeling before her.

Damien was already affected by the bullet and immediately lost consciousness before collapsing to the ground.

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