Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

A moment later, the plane began to taxi and then slowly climbed.

Han Chuanyou looked at the buildings below, which were getting smaller and smaller, and pondered for a moment.

Is it possible that the US military base is so fixated on them, that they're about to give them a big gift?

This also creates the impression that Death hasn't left yet, and is still watching them from the shadows, clearing them of suspicion.

He had already left his star mark in Ryukyu beforehand, and he was quietly waiting for the right opportunity.

Halfway through the journey, he got up and went to the restroom.

After leaving a star mark in the toilet, Han Chuanyou thought for a moment and disappeared instantly.

At this very moment, at Courtney Camp.

Lieutenant General Charles sat at his desk, listening to his adjutant's report.

These past two days, Death has suddenly stopped making a move, which has relieved him, but also left him feeling somewhat unwilling.

They have suffered heavy losses in the past few days, and their most important laboratory has been destroyed, yet they have not even been able to make Death pay the price, let alone obtain information about those high-tech weapons from him.

However, he believes that everyone has weaknesses, and being too arrogant will always come at a price. Although the United States may have some flaws now, it is still the world's number one country.

He received information that the laboratories in America had brought out their most powerful weapons, and regardless of whether Death was a person or an organization, it wouldn't be able to run rampant for much longer.

Just as Charles was about to convene the commanders of the various camps to make further deployments against Death, he suddenly received a message from Kadena Air Base.

"Lieutenant General Charles, the hangar has exploded! Someone has seen Death's trail!"

Thinking of what was in the hangar, Charles immediately got up.

Death, how dare you! You've gone too far!

几分钟前。

At Kadena Air Base, Yuu Kanakawa appeared in the hangar.

If you were to ask what's the most valuable thing in the American base, Han Chuan You would definitely say it's these expensive pieces of equipment.

He casually chopped off a few scoundrels with tags on their heads, but he couldn't be bothered to lay a hand on the other neglected ground crew.

"I advise you to leave now, otherwise I can't control what happens later."

"Death...Death!"

The remaining soldiers, seeing their dead comrades, didn't want to stay a moment longer and immediately ran towards the exit.

Han Chuanyou turned around and unleashed several Fireballs at those precious air force targets.

This one should be an F-35, this one looks like an F-22, I don't recognize this one, never mind, just blow them all up.

In no time, the hangar was engulfed in flames.

He found something in the base that looked like a radar, which should be quite valuable, so he immediately cast another Fireball.

After several explosions, Han Chuanyou fled towards the other side of the base. This kind of behavior, which blatantly tells the whole world the location of the command post, is really something else. Does he really think he is the best in the world and that no one will dare to attack him?

Charles was giving orders over the encrypted phone when the guards' exclamations outside the door abruptly stopped.

He looked up abruptly. The office door had been pushed open, and a mysterious man wearing a Shura mask strolled in, his steps unhurried, as if he were in an empty room.

"You are... Death?!"

Charles was deeply shaken.

The adjutant beside him immediately drew his pistol and aimed it at him, ready to fire.

I advise you not to act rashly.

His gaze fell on the middle-aged man behind the large desk. He had three stars on his shoulder insignia, indicating he was a lieutenant general. He must be the boss here.

He looked around, his eyes drawn to a box on the bookshelf.

I originally just wanted to come and catch up with some old friends, but I didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

He walked calmly toward the bookshelf, completely unaware that his adjutant's gun was pointed at him.

"Death, what do you want to do?"

Charles discreetly pressed the alarm button under the table, trying to maintain the composure befitting a lieutenant general.

"Don't worry, I just wanted to see the old friends who have been hosting me these past few days, but I was very disappointed."

Han Chuan You had no intention of harming Charles. Since he was being mistaken for a super soldier from next door, he naturally wouldn't cause trouble for them. Killing the lieutenant general would cause a huge uproar.

High-ranking officials and ordinary soldiers, or the weapons they use, are completely different.

If they're targeting someone at the lieutenant general level, what about other high-ranking American officials?

They'll wonder if you'll target them, which can easily trigger a reaction in these people who value their lives—it's practically a declaration of war.

So far, although the two sides are on the verge of war, they have not yet reached the point of being locked in a life-or-death struggle, at least in his own opinion.

He went to the bookshelf, picked up the small wooden box on top, opened it, and a medal came into view.

The medal is a bronze heart-shaped medal with a gilded surface and clean, straight edges. On the purple enamel background is a profile half-length portrait of Washington in his Continental Army general's uniform, above which is his shield-shaped family crest. The ribbon is a purple satin ribbon with a white border.

Immediately, a line of subtitles appeared before his eyes.

[You have discovered a mid-grade Earth-rank magic artifact: Heavenly Strategy Spirit Seal. The holder can inscribe a Heavenly Strategy mark on those who submit, up to a maximum of one hundred. After inscribing the mark, it allows for telepathic communication regardless of distance, shared vision, and activation of Heavenly Blessing, which can temporarily enhance the strength of a designated target. Collecting the matching Heavenly Strategy Treasure Seal (high-grade Earth-rank) can upgrade the mark to the Strategy Merit Golden Seal, greatly enhancing its effects...]

This effect... is a bit too strong.

Accumulating cultivation resources by oneself is ultimately too slow; with this, it's much better to have someone help.

He looked at Charles and asked, "I'll accept this gift since it's our first meeting. Is there a problem?"

Charles's lips twitched.

This guy has such a sharp eye; he found the most valuable item in the office in no time.

This Purple Star medal was awarded to his great-grandfather for his outstanding service during the Revolutionary War alongside Washington. Only three were originally awarded this medal, and it is a symbol of his family's honor and something he has always been very proud of.

But at this moment, he felt that his life was more important than the empty honor. At worst, he could ask someone to make a fake one. After all, honor is not a physical object, so even if it was fake, others would only dare to believe it was real.

He composed himself and tried to sound magnanimous: "It's just a medal, take it."

In reality, my heart is bleeding.

"Really? You're such a kind person. Then I won't stand on ceremony. Arigato."

Han Chuanyou politely thanked him, then casually tossed aside the wooden box and stuffed the medal into his pocket with practiced ease.

“That’s settled then,” he waved politely. “Thank you for the gift. Goodbye, and I hope we’ll have the chance to meet again.”

Han Chuanyou opened the door and broke through the encirclement of the soldiers, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

Even so, they failed to catch Death, which was exactly what Charles had anticipated.

Charles was so angry that his face turned red, and he felt like his high blood pressure was about to spike. "The family's Purple Star Medal!"

"Bastard!! This is outrageous!"

After Charles finished his tirade, he remained silent for a moment, then slumped back in his chair.

However, at least he survived.

What kind of being is Death? How could he break into a lieutenant general's office in full view of everyone and still escape unscathed?

He closed his eyes, a wave of fear washing over him.

Goodbye? It would be best if we never saw each other again!

Chapter 127 Return to Tokyo, the Believer's Fanatical Plan

Han Chuanyou's figure appeared inside the plane.

He wasted a little time looking at the medal in his hand, which had changed drastically after being recognized by its owner.

The original medal was long gone, replaced by a dark gold square token, palm-sized, and quite heavy in the hand.

The token's surface is covered with fine patterns, like an ancient artifact that has survived the ravages of war. The two characters "Tian Ce" are engraved on the front in ancient seal script, with sharp strokes, as if cleaved by a knife or axe.

The back is engraved with lifelike dragon patterns, and the edges are decorated with cloud and thunder patterns. The lines are hard and complex, exuding a unique sense of power.

With a thought, he stored the token inside his body.

This unintentional act yielded results beyond his expectations. He could visit Ryukyu more often in the future and properly help that lieutenant general to rectify military discipline in return for his kindness.

He should be very grateful to me, right?

Seeing him come out, Han Chuan Mei Yue, who was lying on her seat, couldn't help but ask, "Why did it take you so long to come out? Is there something growing on your butt?"

It's fine if it takes a long time; it's a good thing. It's just going to the toilet, but they've been inside for half an hour.

They say nine out of ten men have hemorrhoids. This kid is so young, could he have it too?

"Mizuki, don't slander me. I was so engrossed in my phone that I forgot the time. Even if you get it, I won't."

Upon hearing this, Han Chuanyou was knocked on the forehead.

"Don't say such disgusting things."

"It wasn't you, Mizuki, who started it first."

To be honest, women have a higher incidence rate of this condition than men, but with him around, this kind of thing is definitely impossible.

His miraculous elixir formula can cure all diseases, making him a true gynecological master.

Listening to their conversation, Kujou Kitsune felt that the siblings were being far too informal with each other. She and her mother would never discuss such overly private topics.

She propped her chin up and looked at the two of them: "The plane is about to land. I'll take you back later?"

Han Chuan Meiyue shook her head and refused, saying, "That won't be necessary. I've already booked a car."

Kujo nocked and did not press the matter further.

The plane landed, and the siblings and Kujo Kita parted ways at the airport.

The trip these past few days has left me wanting more, but it's time to get back to campus life. Han Chuan You really enjoys the atmosphere at school.

Another thing is...

Tokyo, your Grim Reaper has finally returned after many days.

I wonder if any new crimes have emerged while I was away.

There's a high probability that many new ones will emerge, just like harvesting leeks—one crop after another appears, and then another is harvested.

The taxi stopped in front of their house, and the siblings unloaded their suitcases and went inside.

After a few days, my suitcase had almost doubled in weight, and was packed full of all sorts of Ryukyu specialties.

After entering the house, Han Chuan Mei Yue didn't unpack her luggage and went straight to lie down on the sofa.

"Finally back home. It's so comfortable staying at home."

If you stay outside for too long, you'll feel that home is the best place, but if you stay at home for too long, you'll want to go out and see different scenery. Humans are such complex creatures.

At this moment, because of her languid posture, the hem of Mizuki's T-shirt was flipped up, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin around her waist and abdomen.

"Mizuki, you're seducing me again."

"If you're thinking about something dirty again, ask my fist if it'll allow it." Han Chuan Meiyue shook her fist and narrowed her eyes. "Go pack your luggage, I'm too lazy to move."

After saying that, she ignored him.

No matter what, I won't let him lead me by the nose, otherwise I'll be the one who suffers.

Han Chuan You could only helplessly busy himself on the sidelines.

My brother is suffering.

……

In Los Angeles, on the other side of the world, it was already late at night.

As Vasily stepped out of Ontario International Airport, the night breeze greeted him, carrying the city's unique scent.

He was radiant with joy. He believed that as long as he completed this cleansing mission, his sins would be forgiven by God.

Now, he has only one thought in his mind: how to offer God's messenger a gift worthy of His grace.

The Ashworth family, those who summoned him to do evil and used him to stain his skin with blood, are the true source of sin.

He wanted to perform a thorough cleansing on behalf of God, bringing all the unclean before God to be judged.

But he couldn't act rashly at this moment. Although he was eager to fulfill the mission for the divine messenger, he still maintained the composure expected of a top assassin.