Divine Emperor of Death

Drugs were illegal and if found to be in possession of it by other people, even her investigator profession wouldn't help her get away without any penalties. She might be even taken advantage of if found by opportunistic people.

The figure of Wang He crossed her mind and she knew that he would definitely take this opportunity to woo or even take advantage of her.

To avoid this, she simply turned off the AI which was monitoring the whole residence and would alert her if there was an intruder but now it looks like it had backfired on her.

'Tian Long, you've made a mess out of me bastard!' Anger clouded her eyes as she cursed the man who was responsible for her to become a mess but the foreigner in front of her suddenly stood up.

*Bang!~*

"I said don't move!" Mo Mingzhi warned as the shot she fired hit the wall behind the blonde man, breaking the glass cupboard that was behind him.

The pieces of glass fell over and shattered near the blonde man's legs, however, the person seemed to be unfazed.

"This is the last time I'm warning you! Kneel down and surrender while keeping your hands above!" 

Mo Mingzhi's vision was set on his movements but her hands were trembling as she saw the latter smile.

Feeling ominous, she instantly pressed the trigger of the gun but the resulting sound never seemed to be heard.

It was like she lost a moment of her life as her heart seemed to stop for a second.

Quickly coming back to her senses, she clenched her palms and realized that the gun was no longer in her hands.

"How!?" Mo Mingzhi muttered with a shocked expression on her face.

Her pupils that temporarily glanced at the missing gun returned to the blonde man's figure as her shocked expression receded to become solemn.

Her mind quickly whirled to find out the reason for this absurd yet realistic situation.

Or was it because she was not sober yet?

Spontaneously, her mind connected the person to her front with the Level-X Alert that had been issued by the government. 

Her pupils once again dilated as she understood the gist of the situation; the situation she was placed in.

She heard it from her colleague just a while ago and didn't put much thought into it because she had other things to like cleaning herself up and drowning herself in depravity again, however...

'Cultivator...' Mo Mingzhi bit her lips as she realized who was the person in front of her was... Not a cosplayer, not a foreigner, but a real cultivator; an alien entity to the people of earth to be exact.

She was well of the cultivators aware since she had been paying attention to the mystic and news regarding the flying man ever since the world came to know about that flying man through that famous era distinguishing article.

No wonder the person in front of her wasn't fazed by the pistol she held and was even able to make the pistol quickly disappear from her hand. 

'Swiped off from my hand just like that?'

A feeling of helplessness and nihilistic views filled her mind. Her nerves that were taut relaxed and a wry smile lit up her face.

If the other party was really a cultivator and had ill intentions, then she was well aware that even the top elite force present on Earth couldn't save her now.

Even so, she warily glanced at the blonde man before her eyes darted towards the drugs and another weapon that was kept inside the drawer.

Nevertheless, she knew that she couldn't make the slightest movement to garner the hostile attention of the person in front of her. 

There wasn't even a knife in her hands or clothes for her to hold herself hostage or some drugs to kill herself by overdosing.

"You don't need to be wary of me that much, Mingzhi..." 

Mo Mingzhi's eyes squeezed into two tiny slits. 

This person knew her name? How? 

No, that wasn't important.

"W-what do you mean?" Her dry lips parted in trepidation

The way this person in front of her voiced his words was as if she should know him.

She tried to remember but couldn't recall having a handsome acquaintance with any blonde hair to that matter, even those who have dyed their black hair flashed past her mind but she failed to identify any one of them with the person in front of her.

As for calling her first name, she could brush it off since this person seemed to be a cultivator, an outsider who didn't know about name-calling significance.

"The way you whined about me yesterday, it seems like you found out the truth..."

Mo Mingzhi turned even more confused.

What was this person talking about?

'Yesterday? Wasn't I drunk and high as fuck? Did I talk about this person or talk to him directly yesterday? Could it be that I'm still dreaming?' 

Mo Minghzi couldn't remember but she tried really hard as her head still ached from the hangover.

Numerous thoughts flashed past her mind but then suddenly, she vaguely seemed to recall that a person; a shadowy figure appeared in front of her yesterday... which then turned into that person whom she both adored and hated.

Mo Mingzhi's eyes slowly widened as her lips trembled. Her gaze fell on the blonde man as she shockingly muttered, "Y-You... are... Tian Long?"

"Correct, little Mingzhi..." The blonde man smiled; he who was none other than Davis.

Mo Mingzhi's face revealed a twist of emotions once she saw stared at his handsome face, trying to connect it with the person she knew, Tian Long.

Disbelief, anger, affection and even longing, yet after displaying all these in an instant, she spoke in complex tone, "What do you want?"

"How far have you uncovered about me?" Davis smilingly asked.

Mo Mingzhi let out a mocking chuckle, "I thought I knew everything about you, but now it seems like..."

"Well, aren't you going to kill me then?" Davis still had a calm smile on his face.

If she knew everything, why was she still looking at him like that? He really wanted to know.

"Are you really Tian Long?"

Mo Mingzhi didn't answer. Her eyes were still filled with doubt.

Davis perfunctorily nodded, "Well, yes..."

Mo Mingzhi couldn't help but scan his face for lies. At the same time, she inevitably saw the expression on his face coinciding with what she knew, what she was familiar with. They were both confident and annoying to the extreme.

Mo Mingzhi inwardly bit her lips.

"I don't know what kind of plastic surgery you used in the rumored cultivation world but this face of yours suits you more..." Mo Mingzhi mockingly spoke.

Davis blinked at her jab and understood as he pointed at his face, "You mean to say that this face saved me from your wrath?" 

Mo Mingzhi didn't reply, instead, her gaze fell on the surface as she clenched her fists. She hid her trembling lips and her moist eyes, however, Davis could feel her raging emotions.

Was it because he was a cultivator that she didn't dare to attack or was it because he had his face changed, no, his entire body changed from transmigrating?

Looking at her silhouette which invoked a feeling of protection in him, he felt somewhat uncomfortable. He inwardly gave off a sigh and stepped forward. His hand extended as it reached above her head and patted, "You've worked hard..."

Mo Mingzhi froze.