Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Finally, Han Chuan You found the imposter huddled in a corner, trembling, in an empty room.

He stepped forward and precisely cleaved open the Asura mask on the man's face with a single stroke, revealing the face behind the mask that was distorted by fear.

Han Chuan You curled his lip, thinking, "Why pretend to be a Grim Reaper when you're not as handsome as me?"

The man trembled all over. He had wanted to escape just now, but he didn't expect death to come so quickly. You should know that there were more than forty elite soldiers with live ammunition guarding this place, with firepower comparable to a reinforced platoon.

Now that death has appeared before him, the fate of those outside is predictable.

He knelt on the ground, his body trembling: "Lord Death! Spare me, I was only acting under orders."

Han Chuanyou didn't waste any words with him. He plunged a knife into Han Chuanyou's heart and kicked him to the ground.

Then, he walked toward the man who was tied to a chair in the center of the room.

The man sobbed desperately, as if trying to say something.

Han Chuan You tore off the tape from his mouth, and the man immediately spat out the cloth, his voice hoarse:

"Lord Grim Reaper, run! This is a plot by the Hashimoto family! I... I overheard someone on the phone saying there are explosives here. You run, don't worry about me..."

Hanchuan Yu's eyes narrowed.

At this moment.

Inside a black sedan outside the factory.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a man with a neatly combed slicked-back hairstyle; he was none other than the old butler of the Hashimoto family, Maruyama Jin.

At this moment, his hand was gripping the walkie-talkie tightly, trembling slightly, but there was no response from inside.

How is that possible? More than forty elite soldiers couldn't defeat him.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to resort to the last resort. Maruyama Jin picked up the detonator from the passenger seat, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Death, so many people can't do anything to you, so let's blow you up and bury you alive.

You'd better pray that you're a true god descended to earth.

Without further hesitation, he pressed the detonation button in his hand.

Upon hearing the word "bomb," Han Chuanyou immediately reacted, placing her hand on the man's body. The two instantly sank to the ground and fled rapidly towards the outside of the factory.

Almost the instant they disappeared underground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Several deafening explosions rang out, and the entire factory building seemed to be lifted off the ground by an invisible giant hand. The steel frame twisted, the concrete cracked, and the glass shattered into dust.

A bright orange fireball, billowing with thick smoke, shot into the sky, the factory collapsed with a deafening roar, and dust and debris swept outwards like a tsunami.

The police officers on the perimeter were startled by the sudden explosion. Some instinctively fell to the ground, while others stumbled into police cars and covered their heads with their hands.

Dust rained down on us, and the car windows rattled as gravel struck them.

The leading high-ranking police officer, his face covered in dust, lay sprawled behind the car, cursing, "Damn it! How dare the Hashimoto family cause such a commotion? How are they going to explain this to the public tomorrow?"

The shockwave from the explosion traveled along the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently.

Underground, Han Chuan You placed one hand on Fukuda Shinya's shoulder and used the other to create a spiritual energy shield, as the two of them swiftly traversed the gaps between the soil and concrete.

The shockwave traveled through the soil, causing ripples to spread across the surface of the protective shield. Fortunately, the talisman had been activated in advance, and the spiritual energy shield withstood the aftershocks. If he had taken the hit head-on with his physical body, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

A moment later, Han Chuanyou appeared with the man from an empty alley.

Fukuda Shinya felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by a lightness in his body. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a quiet street.

Flames shot into the sky from the direction of the factory in the distance, thick smoke billowed, and the sounds of buildings collapsing continued.

"Lord Death, you..."

The bizarre scene completely overturned Fukuda Shinya's understanding.

How did I get here from the factory? Could the person in front of me really be a god?

Indeed, if he wasn't a god, how could he have escaped unscathed from being surrounded by more than forty gunmen? How could he have survived such a horrific explosion?

"You can leave now."

Han Chuan You didn't talk to him anymore.

The Hashimoto family...

Very well, you have found a way to die.

Han Chuan You originally wanted to turn around and ask the man what time it was, but the man clearly didn't have a phone, and she was being cautious and didn't want to take out her phone to check the time, so she had to give up in the end.

I've been delayed here for so long, and I still need to be home before 9:30.

Then he thought to himself, "What do I, the Grim Reaper, have to fear about access control?"

Never mind! Let's do it!

If Meiyue dares to refuse her entry into her home, she'll dare to beg other women to take her in. She'll regret it to death then.

I imagine Miss Yukinoshita would be very welcoming to me, and might even treat me to a seafood feast.

As Fukuda Shinya watched the Grim Reaper disappear, he prepared to find a safe place to lay low for the time being.

Thinking of the Hashimoto family's heinous acts, he gave a bitter smile. This time, he had lost everything because of his so-called sense of justice, and even almost lost his life.

But the flame of justice will never be extinguished.

Once the Hashimoto family lowers their guard, I must release the files on my USB drive that I have backed up, so that the public will know the true nature of the Hashimoto family.

"that……"

Fukuda Shinya had only taken a few steps when he was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice.

Do you know where the Hashimoto family lives?

Fukuda Shinya's eyes gradually brightened: "Lord Grim Reaper, do you perhaps intend to...?"

"I understand the principle of eliminating the root of the problem. Tonight will be the day the Hashimoto family is destroyed."

Having obtained useful information, Han Chuan You left again.

"Lord Death, I await your good news."

Fukuda Shinya shouted loudly in the direction where Kankawa Yu had left, his voice echoing in the empty streets, carrying a long-suppressed excitement.

The Hashimoto family at this time.

Fumio Hashimoto is staring at the ruins of the factory through images transmitted by a drone.

The camera panned back and forth, the flames illuminated half the sky, and thick smoke obscured most of the view.

The camera zooms in and out again; no one emerges from the ruins.

Hashimoto let out a long sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing.

A smile appeared on Hashimoto Aoyama's face as well: "Father, I'm afraid... Death is probably in grave danger."

Hashimoto nodded, picked up the tea that had long since gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

The legend of Death should end tonight.

The Hashimoto family made the right bet this time.

My tense nerves finally relaxed, and the study was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The father and son were drinking tea in the study, discussing the reconstruction plans for the Hashimoto family's businesses, while waiting for Maruyama Jin to return and report on the details.

After a while, they finished one pot of tea and then had another one poured.

Hashimoto frowned:

"Why hasn't Maruyama returned yet?"

He picked up his phone and dialed the housekeeper's number.

The call was connected.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Maruyama Jin who answered the phone, but a cold, unfamiliar voice:

"Head of the Hashimoto family? Happy now? The auspicious time has come; death is coming for you. You'd better hide well."

Hashimoto Fumio's hand trembled violently, the teacup slipped from his fingers and smashed on the table, splashing tea all over the documents. His face drained of color in an instant, as if he had seen a ghost.

How is that possible?!

"Father, what's wrong?"

This was the first time Hashimoto Aoyama had seen his father so distraught, and a sense of foreboding gripped him.

"quick!"

Hashimoto suddenly stood up, causing his chair to overturn backwards and fall to the ground.

"Summon all high-ranking members of the Hashimoto family and take cover in the underground bunker! Death is coming!"

"grim Reaper?!"

Hashimoto Aoyama's pupils suddenly contracted.

Death has come knocking!

Wasn't he buried under the rubble?

If an explosion of this magnitude couldn't kill him, is he truly a god descended to earth?