Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 135 Arai Ryohei's Death Shakes the Political Arena

Mizuki was curled up on the sofa painting her toenails, bending over so that her chest was being pushed up by her knees, creating a full curve.

"Mizuki, your posture is really unseemly. Let me help you apply it."

Han Chuanyou sat down next to her, took the nail polish from her hand, and placed her foot on his lap.

Mizuki's feet were slender but not too bony, with toes that resembled tiny pink pearls, already quite perfect. However, the cherry-colored nail polish made her toes as delicate as cherries, creating a strong contrast with her fair skin, making her whole foot look incredibly luscious.

Han Chuan Meiyue tilted her head, watching the boy bustling about, a slight smile playing on her lips. She was quite pleased with Han Chuan You's filial piety, but this guy—

Mizuki Hanakawa shifted her legs, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Can your feet really excite you this much?"

"Mizuki, my younger brother has grown up and has his own ideas. How can I control him?"

If you can't control yourself, then take care of it.

Meiyue glanced at him sideways, then pulled her foot out in annoyance and lightly kicked him in the waist.

Han Chuanyou grabbed her toes, admiring his work. Her delicate skin felt fair and smooth, warm to the touch, soft and easy to squeeze. Her nail polish was applied perfectly.

"Given what happened last time, there's really no other way. Doesn't Mizuki have to take responsibility for me?"

"Make me take responsibility? How do you expect me to take responsibility?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue raised an eyebrow, originally expecting to see what shocking and perverted remarks this guy would make again, when she saw him pick up his feet and bring his soles together.

"so."

Han Chuanyou scratched between her feet with his fingers.

A ticklish sensation spread through her body, and Han Chuan Meiyue couldn't help but shrink back, but she couldn't break free from his hand.

"You brat, you're a real pervert."

"Even if it's a pervert, you still like it, right? Me too, I like every part of you, Mizuki—"

Han Chuan Meiyue picked up the remote control, changed the channel, and ignored him. She leaned lazily against the cushion, a faint blush gradually spreading across her bright cheeks.

An episode of a soap opera has ended.

"I love you, Mizuki."

"Is there something wrong with your health?"

After Han Chuanyou finished handling it carefully, he leaned over and bit her lip, saying smugly, "That's called skill."

"cut."

"

Han Chuan Meiyue pushed him away, turned off the TV, put on her slippers, stood up and lazily stretched, the curves of her waist faintly visible under her thin nightgown.

Her toes curled up inside her slippers. "This kid," she thought, taking a deep breath. She had to get upstairs to bed early tonight.

As night deepened, the neighborhood gradually quieted down.

Han Chuan You prepares to begin tonight's operation.

Mizuki is really something else. She's right next door, and she's still sneaking around playing by herself. She doesn't treat me like one of her own people at all.

He shook his head helplessly, his body sank down, and he disappeared into the room.

Bunkyo District, the Arai family residence.

Inside, a traditional chandelier overhead casts a dim, yellowish light.

Arai Ryohei knelt on the cushion, the tea on the low table in front of him had long since gone cold.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he still hadn't recovered from the grief of losing his son.

He put away his phone, his eyes filled with malice.

He has just posted a bounty on the dark web for Death.

As a seasoned politician, he was naturally aware of the existence of the dark web and often traded various items on it, such as human organ trafficking, hiring murderers, and eliminating his political enemies.

In his view, this is a very good tool.

This time, however, it was used to avenge his son.

He posted a 1 billion yen bounty on the dark web, just to take the head of the Grim Reaper. This amount of money was enough to tempt most killers, who would flock to Tokyo like sharks smelling blood to hunt down the Grim Reaper.

Those freeloaders at the Metropolitan Police Department are unreliable, so he can only rely on himself. This time, he really went all out.

He didn't care whether the Grim Reaper possessed any high-tech weapons or whether it was related to the neighbor; all he cared about was that the Arai family line would end, because the Grim Reaper meant that the power and wealth he had worked so hard for would have no successor.

He only wanted to kill Death and make him pay with his son's life.

As long as someone is human, there will always be times when they slip up and reveal their weaknesses, and if they are killed, they will die.

He pondered for a moment, then thought of his son's beloved dogs.

Hui really likes those women, so let them all be buried with him, especially that one from last night named Furukawa Taihou. Only by torturing her severely can he alleviate his grief over the loss of his son.

If it weren't for her, her son wouldn't have gone out in the middle of the night, wouldn't have encountered death, and wouldn't have died in the end.

Moreover, these people know too much about their son's scandals, and we absolutely cannot let them reveal it. Those political enemies who want to kick someone when they're down will never let this opportunity pass.

He had no sentimentality towards women; his only interests were power and money. If it weren't for his son's liking, he wouldn't have allowed such behavior, which damaged the Arai family's reputation, to happen, as it would have been too easy to leave evidence against him.

Now that their son is dead, those women are no longer needed. Only the dead can keep secrets.

Arai Ryohei picked up his phone again and dialed his subordinate's number, intending to cause various accidents to happen to those women, so that they would disappear from the world without anyone noticing.

Just as he was about to press the call button, the Japanese-style sliding door behind him was slowly opened.

Arai Ryohei looked indignant. He always hated being disturbed when dealing with important matters, especially after experiencing the pain of losing his son. He had already instructed his servants not to come over casually.

"Give it to me—"

He turned his head, frowned, and shouted angrily.

He stopped mid-sentence as if someone had choked him.

Han Chuanyou's long sword was still sheathed. He had just dealt with all the guards nearby, and now, no one should bother them.

"You've come uninvited; I suppose Councilor Arai is eager to find me, the murderer of your son."

Han Chuan walked forward leisurely, as if visiting a friend's house.

"I only know he has such a good father because of your filial son."

Arai Ryohei's pupils dilated violently, and he instinctively tried to get up, but unexpectedly, he couldn't move his body.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm in the face of this bizarre situation, and asked, "You—how did you get in?!"

The Arai family is surrounded by dozens of elite guards. Logically speaking, no matter how strong the Grim Reaper is, he shouldn't be able to enter so openly under their noses without giving them any chance to react.

"There's no island nation I can't go anywhere."

Han Chuanyou stopped in front of him, his expression icy.

"Is it interesting that you insects treat the country like your own livestock pen? Organ trafficking, the masterminds behind cults, treating the common people as pig slaves to create wealth for yourselves."

He planted the knife right in front of Arai Ryohei, the blade only half an inch from his thigh. The sharpness of the blade pierced through the fabric of his clothes, making Arai tremble.

"How...how did you know that?"

"Guess!"

Arai Ryohei's throat bobbed as he tried to maintain his composure and began to negotiate: "You'd better not lay a hand on me. We can talk. There's a huge bounty on the black market for you. If you let me go, I can remove it, and we'll call it even."

With his life threatened, he lost all the arrogance he had shown earlier, a desire to tear death to pieces.

"At worst, we can adopt a son. But if I lose my life, I'll really lose everything," he continued. "If you kill me, the Arai family will never be able to withdraw their bounty on you. Moreover, you're going against our political group. There will be no place for you in the island nation anymore."

"I thought you were so principled, but well, your opinion doesn't count."

Han Chuan You sneered, sheathed his sword, and a long black whip appeared out of thin air in his hand. He poured spiritual energy into it, and karmic fire instantly ignited on the whip, the dark red flames flickering and illuminating the entire Japanese-style room in a blood-red hue.

"Here, receive the baptism of karmic fire."

The long whip was raised high and then fell heavily to the ground as Arai Ryohei watched in horror.

This scene, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, made his eyes widen in horror. The flames were so intense that they made his heart tremble, and just getting close to them made his soul tremble.

"No! Don't!"

The whip lashed him heavily, and intense pain surged through him like a tidal wave. A torrent of karmic fire seeped into his body along the whip marks.

His pupils dilated instantly, and countless images flooded his mind: the innocent people whose organs he had sold, the political enemies he had persecuted to death, and the lower classes who he had exploited like pigs.

Faces appeared one after another in his consciousness, each one filled with deep-seated hatred, as if they wanted to devour his soul completely.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Arai Ryohei felt the intense heat within his body, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, writhing and struggling as karmic fire erupted from his seven orifices, scorching his skin, internal organs, and bones.

Han Chuanyou put away his whip, listening to his miserable howls, his eyes remaining completely calm.

Sensing the approaching, chaotic footsteps outside, he vanished from his spot.

The sliding door was suddenly pulled open, and Arai Ryohei's wife, several daughters-in-law, and several bodyguards rushed in.

The crimson firelight shone on everyone's faces, startling them all.

Seeing her husband writhing and groaning on the ground, Arai Kazuko's eyes widened in shock, and she immediately gave orders to her subordinates.

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

The two bodyguards immediately took off their coats and frantically patted the wound, while someone brought tea and splashed it on the wound, but all to no avail.

The karmic fire burned persistently, as if it were alive, until it completely consumed Arai Ryohei's body.

When the last flame went out, only a patch of grayish-white ashes remained on the tatami mat.

The others in the room were so shocked by this bizarre scene that they were speechless for a long time.

After news of Arai Ryohei's death spread through political circles, politicians were on edge overnight.

In the past, the actions of the Grim Reaper slightly affected their personal interests, but did not involve their core interests. As long as the public felt that society was still thriving, there was no problem.

But now, Ryohei Arai's death has sounded an alarm for them; death has already set its sights on them.