Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 132 I Want to Be the Most Courageous Man!

Back home, Han Chuanyou lay down on the bed. The night in the residential area was very quiet, with the occasional chirping of unknown birds.

He took out a Spirit Gathering Pill and swallowed it. While refining the pill, he took out a Soul Crystal and began to absorb it. His spiritual power slowly increased under the nourishment of this power, and his mind became clearer.

With an intelligence chief helping him gather information, his goals will become much clearer and more specific, and he won't have to rely entirely on luck to carry out his Death God business.

With the addition of an account manager, my business as a sole proprietorship is starting to grow and thrive.

Remembering that he still had a shared vision that he hadn't used, he tried to communicate with the Heavenly Strategy Spiritual Chapter in his sea of ​​consciousness, where he found an imprint that exuded the aura of the seaside lotus.

He immersed his consciousness into it, and suddenly an incredibly clear image appeared before his eyes.

It's quite big and very white; the black mole keeps swaying, making me dizzy.

But—who's a kind person who's still up so late?

Meanwhile, at the stone house, Hamabe Umiho had just survived a life-or-death crisis. She was covered in sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable, so she decided to take a shower before going to bed.

As the showerhead washed over her body, she looked at the wound on her abdomen that she had just suffered from the blow. Because of that strange force, it had been greatly reduced, leaving only a faint red mark.

He showed absolutely no mercy or tenderness towards women.

She silently cursed in her heart, thank goodness that the punch hadn't made her lose control of her bladder.

Just then, she suddenly felt a closer connection with Death.

She tentatively began, "Death—Lord Death?"

"It's okay, you can continue taking a shower."

Han Chuanyou snapped out of his daze, surprised that the other party could sense him. His tone was unusually awkward as he proactively disconnected the connection.

"Yes, what?"

Hamabe Umi responded, then suddenly realized that Death knew she was taking a bath. So, she immediately closed her legs together, covered her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other.

Even though I'm now one of Death's people, I still have the right to privacy.

Han Chuanyou opened her eyes and sighed.

Tsk - not as good as Mizuki.

In the morning, sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side, casting black and gold shadows across the corridor.

Han Chuan You opened the bathroom door, and Mei Yue was standing in front of the sink rinsing her mouth. Her hair was loose and slightly messy, and her eyes were still a little hazy, but she was still full of charm.

"Mizuki, morning."

As Han Chuanyou passed by her, he casually patted her big butt, which made her mumble a complaint.

He squeezed out the toothpaste, took the mouthwash cup from Meiyue's hand, took a sip, and stood next to her to start brushing his teeth.

Although my body can now be kept clean, I still retain the habit of washing and grooming.

It's not enough for you to think you're clean; you have to make Meiyue think you're clean, otherwise she won't let you kiss her.

After quickly rinsing her mouth, she splashed two handfuls of water on her face, dried herself with a towel, and that was considered her washing up. Meiyue had just finished brushing her teeth.

"So fast, will it get clean?"

"Why don't you just give it a try?"

Han Chuanyou wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned down and bit her moist lips, taking the opportunity to suck on them.

"It smells so good. Next time, Mizuki will buy peach-flavored toothpaste. I want to try a different flavor every day."

Han Chuanchuan Meiyue pursed her lips and pushed his face away: "Get lost, I'm going to make breakfast. What do you want to eat?"

"Eat—Mizuki, you can make the noodles."

Han Chuanchuan Meiyue rolled her eyes coquettishly: "You better be serious."

"You won't even let me eat things that aren't proper?"

After breakfast, we headed to school, where the kendo club held its morning practice.

Han Chuanyou downed her drink in one gulp, let out a cheerful shout, and then accurately tossed the plastic bottle into the trash can not far ahead.

I accidentally bumped into the disciplinary committee member on the other side, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses and had a stiff face.

As if recalling that experience, the disciplinary committee member covered his face with the folder in his hand, pretending not to see it, and walked quickly toward the school gate.

That's its unique charm, enough to make people abandon all moral boundaries.

Han Chuanyou placed her hands on either side of her body and looked at the girl beside her who was tilting her head back to drink water. After exercising, her cheeks were flushed, her hair at her temples was slightly damp and stuck together, and a few beads of sweat slid down her throat and into her gymnastics uniform. Her body exuded a warm aura and carried a unique girlish fragrance.

"Minister, your abilities have improved recently."

He could sense that Yagyu Genon's swordsmanship skills had been steadily improving, and with his own sparring partner, his progress had accelerated considerably.

In theory, the two people's kendo talents were not that different, and the one who had the advantage was simply the male physique.

Now, she feels that the gap between them is widening because he has cheated.

Yagyu Tsurune put the drink bottle aside: "Of course, one day I'll pin you to the ground and beat you up."

"Actually, you can find a secluded place right now, pin me to the ground and beat me up, whether you're standing or sitting."

"real?"

The naive minister didn't realize the hidden meaning in his words, making Han Chuan You too embarrassed to continue the topic.

"Fake."

Liu Shengxian glanced at him sideways with her phoenix eyes.

The day's classes made everyone drowsy, and the students in the class hadn't yet transitioned from the leisure of the holidays to study mode.

The first class in the afternoon, Chinese language class, has ended.

"Ugh! How could the teacher make the class so boring? I think if I recorded this class, I could listen to it to bed at night and it would definitely help me fall asleep. I'm so sleepy."

Nakamura Taito let out a wail and collapsed onto the table, unconscious.

Han Chuan You took out the textbook for the next class from the desk drawer: "I don't think you need to force yourself."

Nakamura Taito suddenly stood up, turned his head and said, "You don't understand. As long as I'm not asleep, knowledge will enter my brain."

"As it turns out, no. The monthly exam results are out. How are you going to explain this?"

This guy failed three subjects; Han Chuan You has no idea how he managed it.

Nakamura Taito immediately shut up: "Stop talking, Han Chuanchuan, how about I go to your house to lay low for a while?"

"No way, why don't you stay in a hotel?"

"It costs money to stay in a hotel."

Nakamura Taito noticed the eye-catching girl at the back door, sighed again, and waved.

"Miss Kujo is here. Hankawa, go and greet her."

In his eyes, there was already a pathetic thick barrier between Han Chuan You and him. Not only was he good at academics, but he was also surrounded by so many beautiful girls. He was definitely a winner in life.

Damn it.

"Class is about to start, why are you here, young lady?"

The two leaned against the railing, attracting the attention of many passing students.

"I'm feeling a bit bored, so I'm skipping class with you."

Kujou Kitsune brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder, which brushed against his face, and he could smell the pleasant fragrance of her hair.

He raised his hand and scratched his itchy cheek: "Huh? You're joking about my future. I'm a model student."

"You mean greed, lust, and a love of food?"

"How could that be? This is slander."

Han Chuan You protested against the young lady's unfounded slander.

"Alright, are you coming or not? I think instead of studying hard for your future, you should try to please me, and then—"

A smile appeared on Kujou Kitsune's beautiful face as she continued, "Whatever you want, the Kujou family might be able to make it happen for you."

"real?"

Seeing the young lady nod, Han Chuanyou pinched her chin and thought for a moment before solemnly saying, "I want to have a harem. I want to be the harem king."

Han Chuan You expressed the most basic thoughts of a boy.

As for his own strength, the throne placed high in the sky was already waiting for him to sit on; all that remained was this simple and straightforward thought.

The smile on Kujou Kitsune's lips gradually disappeared, then she frowned and gave him a deep look with her captivating fox eyes.

"You've got guts."

The young lady gave this final assessment.

"Of course, after all, I want to be the bravest man in the world."

In the end, Han Chuan You followed the young lady towards the lounge.

It's fine if he skips the class; with the young lady protecting him, the school won't expel him.

Skipping class to go on a date with a beautiful girl is also a worthwhile experience in life.

Yagyu Genon sat upright in his seat, organizing his notes from the previous class, his back ramrod straight.

As she closed her notebook, her eyes glanced unintentionally out the window, where she saw two people passing by outside the classroom.

The handsome young man and the beautiful young woman looked very well-matched.

Class is about to start, where are these two going?

Hanchuan Youya noticed Yagyu Genne looking over and waved to her.

This guy—

Yagyu Genon met Kujo Kitsune's gaze again as she nodded to her. He nodded politely back, a sense of frustration rising within him.

Inside Kujou Kitsune's private lounge.

The two sat at a wooden table by the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the tea and snacks that Yuka had brought over.

[Fellow Daoist has shared a cup of spiritual tea with you, which contains some body-tempering effects—]

Skipping this class was definitely worth it.

Han Chuanyou picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea had a sweet aftertaste and a rich aroma. In addition, he felt a warm power flowing through his muscles and bones. Wherever it passed, his muscles became stronger and his bones became more solid.

He let out a comfortable sigh and put down his teacup. "What's the current situation with the Ashworth family you mentioned earlier?"

Kujo Kitsune traced the rim of his teacup with his fingertips: "The other side is coming on strong. The United Nations has launched an antitrust investigation into our businesses in California. Currently, the Kujo family's assets have been frozen and we need to undergo their investigation."

"So shameless?"

Anti-monopoly investigations – still a sure-fire way to succeed.

If they are convicted, they will likely have to pay a hefty fine, and their businesses may also be seized. It's easy to imagine who ends up with the money.

Kujo Kitsune took a sip of tea: "They're just a bunch of bandits disguised as a nation. Although their businesses in California are important, they won't cripple the Kujo family."

Han Chuan You nodded in agreement.

As a former U.S. Secretary of State once said, lying, cheating, and stealing are skills that Americans must possess to demonstrate their exploration, progress, and glory.

If even those in power think this way, one can imagine what kind of bandit mentality permeates the entire country.

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