Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Just see for yourself, I'm innocent!" Edward finally erupted, sitting there naked as the ultrasound reports of his body lay scattered across the table. Initially, the officers had tried to extract a confession from him; when that failed, they resorted to scanning him for any hidden drug capsules.

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The whole situation was overwhelming, especially considering how he had anticipated being in the main city by now. Instead, he was stuck in Camphrian City, all because of a child.

"Fine, you can leave," one of the officers said nonchalantly, barely sparing a glance at him as he waved his hand dismissively. This gesture caused Edward to erupt with frustration, clenching his jaw as he fought the urge to retaliate against this man right then and there. Yet, he restrained himself, knowing he needed to prioritize his escape. But six long hours had dragged on, and night had fallen.

Everything now hinged on his luck—he had to trust that the police wouldn't be able to find him or continue searching for him without a solid lead.

Without wasting another moment, he quickly slipped into his clothes and dashed toward the door, grabbing his passport as he went. Just as he opened it to leave, he was met with a chilling sight.

"Thanks, Officer, for your cooperation," one officer said, flanked by several others, all pointing guns at Edward. The police officer turned his gaze back to Edward with a grim look. "You are under arrest. Comply now, or we will shoot on sight."

His voice dripped with cold determination, a warning evident in his eyes as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, snapping them around Edward's wrists. Frustration boiled inside Edward as he watched them, rage simmering just beneath the surface.

The thought of teaching these officers a lesson was ever-present in his mind; however, all he could do was glare at them, fueled by the anger of being played with like a pawn in their twisted game.

"Fine," at what officer had said, the most he could do was just surrender, given that the people behind the officer were holding guns and most likely there were assault rifles also present. It would be harsher or even dangerous to fight them in such a narrow place, so that would require large experience to maneuver and kill each of them.

"Arrest him!" the officer loudly commanded, as two behind him swiftly sprinted, directly grabbing Edward by both arms before making him kneel as he fell. His knees hit the floor, instantly breaking, and the moment it did, he felt the force suppressing him couldn't belong to humans.

'C-cultivators?!' At that fleeting moment, his eyes widened, trembling as he lifted them to look at the officer who was looking down at him coldly. Edward's mouth automatically started to curve into a smile as he saw these people; he finally understood that these were not the ones who would take him back to some police station but somewhere where his luck would.

In the end, his luck never betrayed him, nor was it going to do so now.

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In Camphrian City, life bustled as usual, with guests meandering through the opulent corridors of the five-star hotel. In room 283, however, the atmosphere was decidedly more somber. A woman sat on the edge of the bed, her head buried in her hands, while three police officers stood before her.

"Did Dad call me back?" Lin Wanruo bit her lip, a wave of despair washing over her as she revisited the tumultuous events of the previous night. Her situation felt utterly hopeless: she had lost her job and witnessed her hard-earned reputation crumble into dust within a single day.

The media was casting her as reckless, relentlessly targeting her character, which she had fought tirelessly to uphold against the disapproval of her family. Despite having consistently endeavored to be a principled and dedicated officer in Camphrian City, she now found herself the center of scorn, her former allies silent in her time of need.

Those she had once helped turned their backs, unwilling to raise a voice on her behalf.

She recalled hearing that those who dedicate their lives to justice often endure a harsh fate, and today, for the first time, she was experiencing that inescapable truth.

"Yes, miss, we have apprehended Young Master Edward as well," one of the officers in the middle informed her with a mixture of formality and concern. It was these very officers—acting somewhat covertly within their own police department—who had assisted Edward in evading capture at the airport before the authorities could step in.

Appointed by her family to act as her support, they were now preparing to leave Camphrian City behind and return to their main branch.

Lin Wanruo realized that managing to avoid catastrophic consequences after crossing so many influential figures in Camphrian City was no small feat. It was precisely why protective officers had been assigned to her: to ensure her safety during a time fraught with dangers stemming from her principled stand.

Their presence had been a thin but essential shield against the backlash that now came crashing down around her, and yet here she was, feeling more isolated than ever.

"Fine, I will return," Lin Wanruo couldn't understand why everything was happening to her. She had tried her best to remain committed to her duties. But why was everyone blaming her?

She hadn't done anything wrong; she always tried to be the best and just wanted to arrest Damien last night. But all the series of events afterward were too much for her to handle. Things were getting worse with time and finally hit the mark where she was suspended from her job and was even beaten by the police chief.

She couldn't fathom how the police chief could even hit her when she was the only one doing her job properly.

Lin Wanruo stood at the edge of her apartment, gazing out the window at the flickering city lights below. Each pulse of illumination mirrored the disarray inside her heart. She always believed in the justice she fought for, yet now she felt like a ghost swirling in a storm.

The police chief's blows had shattered more than her physical state; they had struck deep into her trust and her reason for doing this job.

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Inside the main nightclub of the city, the moonlight, at its zenith, tried valiantly to illuminate the room. Yet, the vibrant glow of the neon lights and the pulsing beat of the music created an atmosphere that allowed everyone to forget the natural light outside and focus entirely on the dance floor.

"Really?" Ye Fan felt a wave of disbelief wash over him when he realized that the wealthy man he had been striving to win over was going along with Natasha's claim that he was, in fact, her boyfriend.

Though he knew it was a fabricated story, the revelation caught him off guard; it was evident that this man was taking an interest in Natasha, and Ye Fan found this exceptionally displeasing.

From the very beginning, Ye Fan had been regarded as a genius within the Ye family, a label he had earned without engaging in the rigorous training or hard labor that Natasha had embraced since childhood.

He had lived a life of ease, blissfully unaware of the existence of cultivators around him, leading many to view him as nothing more than a playboy.

In truth, he surpassed those arrogant individuals who had looked down on him.

He had been playing along with the charade, but today, as he thought he was on the verge of securing an intriguing business deal, his so-called untalented cousin had stepped in to create a distraction. This prompted a cold glare from Ye Fan directed at Natasha, clearly revealing his irritation.

"Just kidding," Damien chimed in, sensing the rising tension in the atmosphere. Ye Fan's eyes flashed with barely veiled hostility, while Natasha exhibited a similarly frosty demeanor. Damien chuckled to ease the mood, swiftly shifting the conversation as he added, "We were actually discussing a business proposition here."

At the sound of those words, Ye Fan's eyes widened slightly. It became clear to him that the opportunity to strike a favorable deal with this influential man had finally presented itself, and with it came the potential to earn some much-needed money.

"Business? Can you tell me about it?" Ye Fan stepped forward, showing his interest in knowing about the business deal, clearly recognizing that this was his chance to leverage his connections and extract as much money as he could from this man. Even if the percentage was only 10%, he knew that with large enough deals, he would be able to earn a substantial amount.

"Why not? Can we talk in private?" Damien said, looking around. Due to Ye Fan's popularity among the crowd, several people were glancing in his direction, prompting him to propose a private conversation. There were rooms in the nightclub meant for such discussions among VIPs.

He also wanted to minimize the risk of someone astute finding a loophole and exposing this potential deal as fraudulent.