Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 106 Giving America a Little Shock to Cultivators

After finishing everything, he went downstairs.

Hearing the noise, Han Chuan Mei Yue, who was lying on the sofa watching a TV series, turned her head to look at him and casually asked, "Finished?"

Han Chuanyou lifted her head and placed it on his lap, gently stroking her smooth cheek: "Not yet. I think I need to get my health checked out. Meiyue, how about you help your brother?"

"Which younger brother?" Han Chuan Mei Yue tilted her head and looked to the side.

Is there a difference?

"Don't go looking for a beating."

As night fell, Han Chuanyou strolled freely through the city's streets and alleys, appearing much more relaxed and at ease than before.

He doesn't need to consider Meiyue's situation or the distance; he can stay out as long as he wants at night and spend the night at whichever girl's house he wants.

These days have passed, and I wonder if those demons and monsters hiding in the darkness have thought of me.

His divine sense enveloped the streets and alleys, and the night view of Tokyo unfolded clearly in his mind. No abnormal situation could escape his perception.

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Gradually, he realized something was wrong.

As an international metropolis, Tokyo is not uncommon to see all sorts of foreign faces, but some of them just don't look quite right.

He had already discovered five such squads while patrolling from Nakano Ward all the way to Ikebukuro. Each squad consisted of three people, armed with guns, and dispersed among the crowd, covering an area under surveillance.

Island nations are supposed to be gun-free countries, yet these foreigners are so blatantly carrying weapons. Do they think this is America?

Han Chuanyou frowned, his divine sense locking onto one of the groups. Upon closer inspection, he found folding submachine guns hidden in the backpacks and spare magazines in the waist packs.

This is not something an ordinary tourist would bring.

He had a vague suspicion in his mind, but did not act immediately.

Making a move that alerts the enemy is never his style. It's better to see what these people are up to before making any plans.

On a path at the east exit of Ikebukuro, Tom fiddled with his lighter and idly exhaled a smoke ring.

These past few days have been incredibly boring. Their mission requires them to keep a close watch on the Ikebukuro area, but after several days, they haven't even seen a glimpse of death.

The neon lights of Ikebukuro flickered and shimmered at night, and the dazzling scene fueled their hormones. They gradually relaxed, forgetting their mission, and squatted by the roadside, commenting on the women who passed by, occasionally letting out a few vulgar laughs.

"Those legs are nice."

"Your butt is too flat."

"Damn, those breasts are huge!"

Tom's gaze was drawn to a woman's dazzlingly full breasts as she turned out of the alley, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

The three exchanged a glance, smiled knowingly, and went to greet him with laughter.

Their past experiences have taught them that many East Asian women have an almost blind worship of Westerners. They have encountered men who approach them in bars, make explicit or implicit advances on social media, and even offer their contact information while walking down the street. Women from island nations are no exception.

In the past few days, thanks to their Western faces and strong physiques, they've been offered plenty of rides, but most of those who offered themselves to them were unaware of their own ugliness, and they weren't interested at all.

Today, they decided to take the initiative. With their status and looks, seducing a woman returning home late at night would be a piece of cake.

But the woman in front of him clearly wasn't buying it.

"I'm sorry, my husband is waiting for me to come home."

Rika Kaneda clutched her briefcase tightly and turned to leave.

Husband? Respectable woman? These words made the three men's eyes light up. The thrill of conquering a respectable woman was far more exciting than those married women who actively pursued them.

"Don't go." Tom reached out and blocked her path, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth. "We'll definitely give you an experience your husband can't give you for one night. Just one night. Can your husband usually satisfy you?"

Rika Kaneda bit her lip, took a step back, but her back bumped into a wall of flesh.

"Hey, sweetheart," the black man behind me teased, "So eager already?"

Several passersby were drawn to the commotion. A middle-aged man stopped, glanced at the scene, then quickly turned away and hurried on his way.

"Harassing girls is not gentlemanly behavior."

Just then, a slightly flippant voice came from the side.

A mysterious figure wearing a Shura mask slowly emerged from a narrow alley, a long sword at his waist, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura.

"Who are you----"

The mask and the long sword at the waist matched their target.

"grim Reaper!"

Tom immediately pressed the handheld beacon at his waist to alert his companions in the surrounding area and call for backup. Then he immediately drew his pistol and aimed it at the mysterious man in front of him.

"Don't move!"

Han Chuanyou ignored them completely, instead turning to look at the stunned woman beside him: "You can leave now. Quickly say thank you to Death."

"Thank you—thank you, Lord Death."

Rika Kaneda recognized him, bowed gratefully to him, and quickly left.

This disregard for them infuriated Tom.

How infuriating! Do they think they're invisible?

"Don't move! Put your hands up, cover your head, and squat down right now!"

Han Chuan You finally turned his gaze back to them, his tone still unhurried: "Let's talk this out, don't be in such a hurry to get going."

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed, like a sleeping beast suddenly opening its eyes.

Fire!

Tom gave the order to fire without hesitation. Gunshots rang out, and bullets drew scorching lines of fire in the night sky.

too slow.

In Han Chuan You's eyes, the bullet's trajectory was as clear as a slow-motion barrage of bullets.

He pushed off with his feet, his figure dodging like a ghost, his body twisting and turning at incredible angles. Bullets grazed his clothes and sparked as they hit the wall behind him.

He gripped the hilt of the knife, drew it, and slashed out with fluid grace, his movements so fast that they were impossible for the naked eye to follow.

The pupils of the three people suddenly contracted.

So fast!

Before the three could react, their three heads flew up simultaneously, tracing three arcs in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

With a swift victory, Han Chuan You turned his back to the three and slowly sheathed his sword.

The three headless bodies stood still for a moment, then knelt down, leaned forward, and crashed onto the asphalt road, blood gushing from their severed necks.

Many passersby at the east exit of Ikebukuro witnessed this horrific and bloody scene, screams erupted, and people scattered and fled.

However, some people showed the complete opposite of the fear around them, with an almost morbid excitement on their faces, and even took out their phones to take pictures of this side.

Meanwhile, not far from here, in Shinjuku.

William Jones sat in the Jeep, taking the coffee his subordinate handed him. The terminal next to him remained silent. He took a sip of coffee and couldn't help but sigh, "Another fruitless night."

Before he could finish speaking, the terminal inside the car suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

He abruptly put down his coffee cup, grabbed the terminal, and saw a red beacon signal lit up on the screen, located at the east exit of Ikebukuro.

"Something's up!" William's eyes lit up instantly, his voice filled with excitement. "Let's go! To the east exit of Ikebukuro!"

Death, you have finally shown yourself.

The driver quickly started the car, and the tires made a screeching sound.

"Philip hasn't gotten on the bus yet."

"Never mind, let's just go!"

William urged the driver to speed up while grabbing the encrypted walkie-talkie and pressing the call button: "Coyotes Team, please respond! Coyotes Team, please respond!"

A hissing noise came from the walkie-talkie, followed by a cold yet somewhat lazy voice.

"Are you looking for me?"

Upon hearing the sound, William gripped the walkie-talkie tightly with his fingers.

"Who are you?!"

"I hope you guys don't arrive too late."

"You are Death!"

William practically gritted his teeth as he uttered those words. He could already foresee the fate of those three members of the Coyote Squad. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from sounding out of control.

"Who exactly are you? What organization do you belong to? You'd better surrender immediately, and we can cooperate."

"Keep it a secret."

A soft laugh came from the walkie-talkie, and then the signal went dead.

William stared intently at the red dot still flashing on the screen, his knuckles turning white.

Han Chuanyou crushed the walkie-talkie but didn't leave immediately.

Since these people are looking for me, I'll just play along with them.

No longer worried about Mizuki finding out he wasn't home, he could have as much fun as he wanted tonight.

It's time to give America a little bit of a shock from the cultivators.

"He's here!"

The nearest squad received the beacon signal and quickly arrived. A black SUV braked suddenly on the side of the street, the door opened, and several soldiers in civilian clothes quickly got out, taking turns providing cover as they approached in tactical formation.

"Too slow," Han Chuanyou waved goodbye to them, "Bye-bye."

Before they could fire, he lightly touched the wall with his toes, his body leaping up like a swallow, stepping on the air conditioner unit, the windowsill, and the GG sign, and in a few leaps he climbed to the roof of the three- or four-story shop, his movements light and fluid.

The soldiers below couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Oh my god! Is he a ninja?"

An urgent call came through the walkie-talkie. The leader of the Honey Badger squad gripped the microphone, his eyes fixed on the rapidly moving figure on the rooftop: "Attention, squads! Death is fleeing west—no, east! Guess what I saw? He's doing parkour on the roof! More agile than a monkey! Japan really does have ninjas! It's all real in anime!"

"Shut up, stop talking nonsense on the public channel!"

The jeep sped recklessly, running red lights, overtaking on the wrong side of the road, and finally stopped on a street near the east exit of Ikebukuro, its tires screeching violently against the ground.

William Jones opened the car door and looked up at the endless rooftops.

Sure enough, above a row of neon signs, a black figure was running at high speed between buildings.

He stepped onto the edge of the rooftop, leaped over a gap five or six meters wide, landed on the air conditioner unit of the building opposite, and used the momentum to push off, then flipped onto an even higher platform. Every movement was clean and efficient, and his strong posture was unlike that of a human.

"Chase after them!"

William shouted into the walkie-talkie, his eyes fixed on the figure that was getting further and further away.

"Everyone, give it your all! We can't let him get away!"

He put down the walkie-talkie, his resolve growing stronger.

This is definitely related to the Super Soldier program.

Ordinary humans could never possess such skill.

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