Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 133 The Scum of Scum, the Shadow in the Robe (One more chapter to go)

"I was just thinking that if the Kujo family went bankrupt, I would reluctantly support you."

"Will you support me?"

Kujou Kitsune seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up, chuckling with great pleasure.

"Sure, but that's on the condition that I give up my inheritance rights to the Kujo family and take your surname. However, as the heir to the Kujo family, I can't give up the Kujo family. So, there will only be one outcome for you in the end, and that is that I will take care of you."

She picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, leaned slightly forward, and brought it to the boy's lips. Her eyes were deep and captivating, giving Han Chuanyou the illusion that her pupils were red.

Open your mouth.

Of course, Han Chuan You wouldn't refuse the beautiful girl's offer of food, so he opened his mouth and bit off half of it.

Nine fox feathers withdrew their hands, parted their lips slightly, and, seemingly unconcerned, put the other half into their mouths.

This seemingly unintentional yet deliberate action once again stirred up Han Chuanyou's nerves.

"You mean you want me to take your surname?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Kujou Kitsune took a sip of tea to cleanse her mouth of the sweetness from the pastries. Because she often needed to use her brain, both she and her mother had a sweet tooth, but they both kept their mouths shut.

Han Chuanyou immediately refused: "In my opinion, a man who takes someone else's surname is like someone else's son."

"I never imagined that your surname would be so important to you."

Nine fox feathers raised an eyebrow, showing great understanding.

"It's fine if you don't take my surname. When we have two children, one can take your surname and the other can take mine."

Han Chuan You looked helpless: "Miss Kujo, you're thinking too far ahead. Has our relationship reached the point of discussing marriage and having children?"

Kujo Kitsune replied matter-of-factly, "After all, you seem quite interested in having children with me. I'm just going along with your wishes. Besides, I'm the only son in the Kujo family, and I have to shoulder the responsibility of continuing the family line."

"But I'm thinking about the process, not the result."

"Heh—" Kujou Kitsune chuckled lightly, "So, are you prepared to take responsibility?"

"No, after all, someone as outstanding as me would be a loss to the whole world if I belonged to only one person."

"Narcissism."

While enjoying his daily life on campus, Han Chuanyou also didn't forget to continue his business.

In the past two days, he dealt with a petty thief, and then two clueless hooligans followed.

However, the unexplained disappearance of such marginalized individuals, with no one else present, probably didn't cause much of a stir at the Metropolitan Police Department.

Bunkyo Ward, a luxurious residential area.

Through the perspective of the paper puppet, Han Chuanyu discovered a strange pair in a roadside alley.

The man was holding a chain, the other end of which was attached to a woman in a trench coat, who was leaning against a utility pole.

Wow, they really know how to have fun.

Han Chuanyou felt that compared to himself, this was truly abnormal.

It's no wonder this is a wealthy area; they're not home at night, they're out doing this kind of thing.

However, in Han Chuanyou's eyes, this was not some kind of romantic gesture between lovers or husband and wife.

The woman's humiliated expression clearly showed that she resisted the man's behavior.

Furthermore, the man's head was clearly marked with the label of a lust demon.

You have discovered traces of the demon race.

The woman's neck was pulled forcefully.

Arai Teru kicked the woman behind her: "Alright, get up. Seriously, that's all? I told you to drink more water. You're not satisfied."

As the son of a prominent politician, Teru Arai enjoys the pleasure of treating women like livestock.

Watching them grovel and tremble before him gave him a sense of superiority.

It's not that he has power, but rather that his father wields considerable power in the island nation's political arena, allowing him to act recklessly under his father's protection. Therefore, he was destined to be superior to others from birth.

His father also adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards him, as long as he didn't offend those big families and important figures.

The Death God incident caused quite a stir some time ago, so he stayed home quietly for a while. But these days, the Death God has suddenly disappeared. His father said he went to Ryukyu.

So he immediately decided to give his beloved dog some fresh air.

"I'm sorry, Master—"

Furukawa Taiho immediately lowered his head obediently, adopting an extremely humble posture.

She was originally a waitress at a high-end restaurant, but was targeted by Teru Arai while dining there. He then threatened her with her husband's career and the lives of her family.

In the end, she was forced to submit, and her life was filled with darkness. Every day she suffered the humiliation of having her personality trampled on, and many times she thought about ending it all.

"You'll know what to do when you encounter strangers later, right? Don't make me remind you."

"yes----"

"What should I call it?"

The woman let out a sob.

"good."

He smiled with satisfaction, led the woman across an alleyway, and then suddenly heard footsteps coming from inside.

A flicker of excitement crossed his eyes. He wondered how this unexpected passerby would react to the scene. Would they run away in terror? Or—would they also want to give it a try?

He slowed his pace, took the woman beside him's hand, and stepped into the alley, preparing to give this passerby a surprise.

However, as the figure in front of him gradually became clearer, his pupils trembled wildly.

"You...you...Death?"

Han Chuanyou held Qingling in his arms and slowly approached. The streetlights, which flickered from time to time, cast shadows that were sometimes bright and sometimes dim on the mask on his face.

He glanced at the woman whose pupils had suddenly brightened, then looked at Arai Teru, whose expression was stiff.

"You're really good at having fun."

"No—I don't know how to play at all." Arai Teru shook his head repeatedly, feigning ignorance. "We're just a young couple going for a walk. What does Lord Death want with me?"

Arai Teru subtly tugged at the chain, wanting Furukawa Taihou to explain for him.

If Taihou Furukawa reveals even a hint of being forced, he fears he might not be able to return alive.

So he was gambling that, for the sake of her family's lives, it was best not to say anything he shouldn't.

Tao Furukawa's subconscious fear made her tremble, but her eyes quickly hardened, and her voice carried a long-suppressed pain.

This is her only chance to escape Arai Teru's clutches; she wants this devil dead.

She mustered her courage: "Death—Lord Death, save me!"

"you!"

Arai Teru's mind was filled with alarm bells.

"Lord Grim Reaper, let's talk this out. You may not know my identity, but my father is Arai Ryohei, a top figure in the political arena. If you want to harm me, you will be making an enemy of the entire island nation's political arena."

Seeing that the other party showed no intention of making a move, Arai Teru assumed that he had persuaded them and continued, "My family has a lot of money. We can cooperate. Whether you want money, women, or power, the Arai family can give you anything."

"Finished talking? What a filial son."

Han Chuan You's mental energy surged, rushing into the other's sea of ​​consciousness. Arai Teru felt as if his brain had been hit by a sledgehammer.

His mind reeled, and he instinctively loosened his grip on the dog leash, clutching his head and crying out in pain, "Ah! My head!!"

Han Chuanyou looked at the stunned woman beside him and reminded her, "You can leave now."

"Yes—yes, thank you, Lord Death."

Furukawa Taihou bowed deeply to Hanchuan You gratefully, quickened his pace, and left, still somewhat incredulous that he had actually escaped from Arai Teru's clutches.

She ripped the restraints off her neck and threw them to the ground, feeling as if the shackles of her life had been broken, and only freedom remained before her.

Arai Teru's eyes were filled with terror as he watched the other slowly draw his long sword. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his head that felt like it was being torn apart, he pushed off the ground with his feet and desperately tried to move his body backward until finally, his back slammed against the cold wall, and he could no longer retreat.

"You—you, I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me?"

"I just don't like people like you, I don't need to find any reasons."

Han Chuanyou's knife tip lightly grazed the man's neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain, and then slid down his chest, as if searching for a slaughtering incision.

"Spare me—spare me—"

Teru Arai is still struggling in his death throes.

Han Chuanyou suddenly smelled a strange odor. His eyes widened in disgust, and he took a step back, saying, "You're really useless."

He raised the knife, the blade flashing a bluish light, and cleanly sliced ​​into the man's left waist with a sound like a hot knife cutting butter. It cut through his flesh, nerves, and bones with almost no resistance, finally exiting from his right waist.

The blade remained spotless, untouched by blood, and as shiny as new.

With a "click," the sword was sheathed.

He turned and left, leaving behind only a series of horrific screams.

As is well known, being cut in half at the waist does not cause immediate death; the brain retains full consciousness.

Arai Teru would watch helplessly as his lower body went numb, experiencing excruciating pain and feeling his life slip away. Ultimately, he would succumb to blood loss and die amidst endless regret and fear.

[You have slain a succubus and obtained the following loot: Shadow Robe, High-Grade Yellow, 30 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, 4 Mid-Grade Yellow Soul Crystals]

As expected of an elite monster, it dropped so much loot.

Han Chuanyou appeared in the room and eagerly took out Youying from his storage ring.

The robe is somewhat similar in appearance to a yukata, with a dark gray color, thin fabric, excellent drape, and a subtle matte finish.

The collar and cuffs of the garment are devoid of any extra embellishments, with only a thin, matching belt at the waist, achieving an extreme level of simplicity that exudes a cool and sophisticated feel.

After acknowledging the Lord, he gained an understanding of the effects of this robe.

In addition to providing some protection, the robes allow one to blend perfectly into the surrounding environment at night, which is very useful for stealthy infiltration.

Han Chuanyou smiled with satisfaction; the effect was quite good.

When paired with a mask, this image will be more concrete in front of the world, and it will also prevent others from easily noticing anything amiss if the clothing is different.

He opened his arms, and with a thought, his robes floated up and automatically fell onto his body, the belt tightening to just the right degree.

Stretching the body does not hinder one's activities in the slightest.

He took out his phone and looked at his current image on the screen.

Not bad, he's handsome enough.