More than four hundred years had passed, and the world had changed a lot. In the past, people moved from one place to another on foot, or maybe they would ride a horse to get to their destination faster. They also transported their goods using horses or carts, and there was no such thing as a "machine" at all.
More than four hundred years had passed, and Zhang Hei no longer needed to ride a horse to move to other places, and he could use the result of human intelligence called "car."
Cars worked with engines, and because he cared enough about the environment, he chose to drive the latest model electric car from a well-known brand. A red luxury car stopped in front of a large building, and he turned off the engine before unfastening his seat belt. Gracefully, he got out of the car and threw his car keys at the security guard guarding the building entrance.
More than four hundred years ago, he and others who lived at that time only wore traditional clothes that were known as "hanfu." In the hierarchical society of imperial China, clothing was a way to demonstrate one's rank. The status of members of the imperial family, both male and female, as well as officials, could be recognized at a glance based on the color and design of their clothing.
That was different from the situation today when people dressed up for style or perhaps for self-esteem, just like how Zhang Hei dressed himself in a set of formal clothes called a suit today. The color of both the suit jacket and trousers was the same as the color of his car. He was in the mood for red today, and he looked like a walking red chili pepper as he carried his feet to enter the building.
Several people in the lobby immediately nodded politely at him, and some of them even bowed respectfully to him. However, he ignored everyone and continued walking before he stopped in front of the elevator.
His eyes were framed by sunglasses, and he didn't bother tying his long black hair today. The reason why he didn't cut his hair short just like most men these days, you ask? It was because he was used to long hair. Four hundred years ago, he had long hair, and he didn't bother changing his hairstyle even though so many years had passed.
His long, shiny black hair reached his back, and he always believed that the hair was one of his charms. That was why he treasured his hair so much, but today wasn't his lucky day when he suddenly felt a hot sensation on his back, and the hot liquid definitely wet his precious hair.
Clenching his teeth to suppress his anger, he then turned his body around, and he could see an old man in a blue uniform standing in front of him with a pair of wide eyes and lips forming an "O" shape, showing that he was shocked.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to ruin your precious clothes and hair. I was just dancing for a while while carrying this tray containing a cup of coffee, and accidentally, the coffee spilled on you," the old man said sorry at the beginning of his explanation, but his expression was as flat as a man's chest. He could even shrug his shoulders nonchalantly while explaining.
Such an attitude definitely annoyed Zhang Hei. Moreover, he felt sticky on his back, and he also felt uncomfortable with his hair. He was about to bark at the old man, but then he suddenly realized something. 'This person's aura is... unusual,' he thought as he continued to stare at the old man, but then his eyes, which were framed by sunglasses, suddenly widened in surprise before his hand moved to grab the old man's hand.
Just then, the elevator doors finally opened, and he immediately pulled the old man in with him.
"What are you going to do to me, sir? I'm no longer a virgin, but I'm not cheap either! You shouldn't have any wild ideas about me!" The old man suddenly babbled, but Zhang Hei just rolled his eyes without saying anything.
The elevator then stopped on the 9th floor, and after the doors opened, he once again dragged the man along with him. He met a pretty woman in the process, and she also questioned him about what he was doing, but he ignored her as he quietly entered his office.
When it was just him and the old man in blue in his office, he let go of the old man before asking, "You're not human, right?"
The old man looked a bit surprised, but then he blinked innocently before replying, "That's not a polite way to ask an old man, sir. I know my time in this world probably won't be long, but you can't just say that I'm no longer human."
The old man complained pitifully, but Zhang Hei seemed firm in his opinion as he spoke again, "Stop playing around and confess to me immediately! Who are you, and why are you here?"
"I'm the new janitor in this building, sir. I'm here to serve you," while winking seductively, the old man answered Zhang Hei, but that only caused Zhang Hei to lose his patience.
His hands moved faster than his brain as he used them to strangle the old man's neck. "Just tell me who you are, or I'll end your fun life now!"
It was a serious warning from Zhang Hei, but the old man didn't look afraid at all. Instead, he chuckled under the younger man's firm grip, and then he replied, "Are you sure you want to end my life now, young man? Are you sure you don't need me to help you end your life?"
Zhang Hei seemed shocked by what the old man had just said, and his hands automatically let go of the old man's neck. His eyes, which were still framed by sunglasses, widened in disbelief, but then his lips muttered, "Are you... are you the God of Death?"