TRT – Chapter 7 The Local Tyrant

Suddenly, a powerful voice burst out from the chaotic crowd— “Everyone, calm down—!!”

I couldn’t help but raise my head to see who it was.

Before I could even make out the speaker, a group of burly men dressed like constables surged in from all directions and executed justice on the spot! I cooperated meekly and obediently with these ancient policemen. Not because I couldn’t beat them, but because I understood: the ones who fight may not necessarily be bad people, but the ones who fight against the police are definitely the bad guys.

And for now, I wasn’t planning on being a bad guy.

Seeing my attitude so upright, that voice sounded again, trembling: “I… I am Head Constable Liu of Qiuyè City! You… what kind of demon are you?!”

He stammered on and on, probably because there wasn’t anything in my record he could scold me with.

Why were they so sure I was a demon and not an immortal? Psychologists once concluded that a human’s first reaction to the unknown is usually fear—and it’s true. Ah, humans, such strange creatures! Pinned to the ground, I slipped into a painful but philosophical state of reflection…

“In any case, drag it to the yamen first! Let Lord Prefect pass judgment!” At Liu’s command, the junior constables clamped handcuffs on me and shoved me toward the yamen.

Just then, a violent clatter of hooves came rushing from afar. In the blink of an eye, a carriage drawn by four tall horses was charging straight at us! The carriage had a glittering glazed roof and red tassels swaying, while the driver showed no sign of slowing down, lashing the whip and shouting: “Out of the way, rabble!”

Who was so arrogant?

Before I could think further, the constable holding my shackles couldn’t dodge in time and was knocked aside by the carriage’s edge. I was dragged down with him, landing face-first in the dirt.

Now I was furious! I scrambled up, yanked the waist knife from the fallen constable, and hurled it straight at the carriage!

“Bastard! Stop right there—!!”

The blade thudded into the rear of the carriage, humming with vibration…

“Stop the carriage!” I heard a voice from inside. It was the slick, damp voice of a man—like a cold-blooded creature slithering across the skin, making me shudder in disgust.

“What’s going on?” the voice asked.

Suddenly, everything fell silent. Fear seemed to condense in the air. Liu scurried to the carriage, whispering some kind of report. From inside came a burst of excitement: “Bring it here!”

Golden Rule of Transmigration No. 2: Anyone who dares to barrel through the street in a luxurious carriage has a 50% chance of being a cruel yet powerful “tyrant-handsome,” and a 50% chance of being a cruel villain whose only purpose is to highlight the male lead’s bravery.

Which one would it be? As I was dragged in front of the carriage, I couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

But the moment the crimson curtain lifted, my rainbow-glass fantasy shattered into pieces—

Inside, leaning crookedly, was a sickly-looking fat man, his face pocked with acne scars. He was staring at me with snake-like eyes, lingering especially on the curves of my chest and thighs, tightly outlined by my sportswear…

There is a man everyone fears. He is rich and powerful, violent by nature, dominating his territory, and handsome. Normally, we call such a man a warlord.

There is also a man everyone fears. He is rich and powerful, violent by nature, dominating his territory, and ugly. Normally, we call such a man a local tyrant…

Interesting. Very interesting… The local tyrant now gave me a chilling grin. “Head Constable Liu, I’ll be taking this demon. No objections, I assume?”

“No objections! No objections!” Liu wagged like a lackey, fawning: “Master Jin, if you’ve spoken, who would dare object?”

The local tyrant smiled in satisfaction and flicked a silver ingot in a graceful arc straight into Liu’s hand.

And just like that— I was sold.