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

He sat in the rented Chevrolet sedan, not taking immediate action, but closing his eyes and beginning to think about a plan.

The Ashworth family is one of the most prominent families in Los Angeles. Their mansion is located deep in Beverly Hills, covering several acres and equipped with high walls, electric fences, infrared sensors, and 24-hour security patrols.

He still had confidence in himself. He hadn't dared to take too many risks before because he valued his life. He believed in getting what he paid for and never risked his life for a commission that wasn't worth it. But this time, he had already disregarded life and death.

After all, a few kidnappers were able to orchestrate a world-shaking building-crashing incident, let alone a small Ashworth family.

If one dies while cleansing oneself of sins, the messenger of God will surely take him to heaven to witness immortality and eternity.

Moreover, with this divine grace that grants divine power, the mission is absolutely foolproof.

He opened his eyes and took out the Divine Grace from his pocket.

He held the pale blue pill in both hands, his thumbs stroking its smooth surface as if he could feel the divine power contained within, and the light in his eyes grew even more fervent.

Vasily carefully placed the pill back into his inner pocket, zipped it up, and patted it through his clothes to make sure it was safe.

He couldn't wait to feel the power that God had bestowed upon him.

He took out his phone, pulled up the prepared map, and began to work out the action plan.

First, he needs at least a week to conduct reconnaissance, figure out the pattern of patrol shifts at the manor, the blind spots in the security system, and the specific situation of the surrounding high points.

Secondly, he needed a batch of weapons, something that could create enough chaos. He had a few old buddies in the Los Angeles underground arms market who could get anything as long as you paid the price.

Since atonement is not urgent and the messenger of God did not give him a specific deadline, what he wanted to offer was not a hasty cleansing, but a grand performance worthy of God's grace.

His gaze gradually hardened, then he turned off his phone, closed his eyes, and whispered a prayer, his voice extremely devout:

"Lord, grant me strength, let me become the sharp blade in your hand, to cut away the filth of the world. By the Holy Envoy, Vasily will not fail in his mission."

After praying, Vasily reopened his eyes, started the car engine, and drove the Chevrolet out of the parking lot and into the traffic on the highway.

His only purpose now is to give everything for the messenger of God.

Chapter 128 The Obsessive Neighbor's Wife

After sorting and arranging the items brought back from Ryukyu on the tatami mat, Mizuki Hanakawa squatted down, picked out a souvenir, put it in a brown paper bag, and handed it to Yu Hanakawa.

"I don't know if Miss Lily is home. Please deliver this gift to her and remember to be polite."

Han Chuan You opened it and glanced inside.

It's a cat-tongue cookie, a local specialty of Ryukyu, and a small wooden carving shaped like a croissant.

"Okay, I'm going."

So many days have passed, and thinking of the so-called "threats" and "humiliations" she suffered before leaving, as well as that fleeting glimpse of her fullness, Han Chuanyou felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and she was actually looking forward to seeing Miss Baihe again.

This damn teenage hormone.

He rang the doorbell of the house under the snow.

"coming."

With a click, the door opened, and Yukinoshita Yuri appeared behind it, wearing a slightly loose apricot-colored house dress, her features still delicate and beautiful even without makeup.

Han Chuanyou could clearly see that the woman's eyes softened the moment she saw him.

"Yu-kun, you're back."

"Mm." Han Chuanyou nodded with a smile and handed over the brown paper bag in his hand. "These are souvenirs we brought back from Ryukyu. Thank you for taking care of us during this time, Miss Yuri."

"Thank you, you're too kind," Yukinoshita Yuri's beautiful eyes remained fixed on the boy in front of her. "Come in and have a cup of tea."

Before the boy could refuse, she reached out and pulled him into the house.

The palms were soft and warm.

The door closed, and in the entryway, he was greeted by Miss Lily's warm and fragrant embrace.

Yukinoshita Yuri tiptoed on her white-socked feet, hugged Hanukawa Yu's waist tightly, pressed her nose against the boy's neck, deeply inhaling his scent, her eyes hazy, filled with a peculiar desire.

A wet, slippery sensation came from my neck.

"Miss Lily?"

Hankawa Yu's body stiffened.

Help! Miss Lily is even more of a pervert than before!

"I've missed Yu-kun so much lately..."

The woman's smooth, soft face gently rubbed against his chin, her voice tender and infatuated.

After a while, Miss Lily finally let go of him, smiled apologetically, her cheeks flushed and alluring, tinged with shyness.

"I'm sorry, Yu-kun, I was a little out of line. Let me get you some tea."

Han Chuan let out a long sigh of relief.

The two sat facing each other at a low table. Han Chuan chatted leisurely about his experiences over the past few days, while Miss Baihe listened quietly, her eyes never leaving the boy's face.

“Ryukyu… I’ve heard the sea is beautiful.” Yukinoshita Yuri teased him with a gentle smile, “But I suppose a guy like Yu-kun’s age would prefer to see beautiful women in swimsuits.”

"I didn't go to the beach much, but I did see quite a few swimsuits."

Mizuki's charm, combined with the young lady's allure, greatly diminished Han Chuan You's desire to go to the beach to see beautiful women.

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Yuri slowly rose, supporting herself on the low table. Then, she lifted her skirt, first revealing her softly shaped calves, then her full thighs, and finally, her gaze lingered on that intriguing area.

Her cheeks were rosy at that moment:

"Although I don't have a swimsuit, please take a look at me, Yu-kun. Today... it's a black one, so it's okay to get... get a little closer."

The steam from the tea rose gently into the air, adding a touch of hazy sanctity to the scene.

Her thighs had smooth, delicate skin that was dazzlingly white. The soft flesh that bulged slightly at the edge of the black fabric was extremely eye-catching. When the two plump, long legs were put together, the gap between them was almost invisible.

Absolutely top-notch...

Han Chuanyou stared at the scene before him, picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip, and calmed his nerves.

Enjoying tea and appreciating the scenery is indeed one of life's great pleasures.

"Yu-kun, look at my face."

"what?"

Han Chuan You looked up in confusion.

Then he saw Yukinoshita Yuri narrow her eyes slightly, glancing at him sideways, her lips pursed, revealing a slightly disgusted expression.

Then, she coldly uttered a line of words.

"Pervert, you're beyond redemption. Do whatever you want to me with your disgusting body..."

As she spoke, she turned her head away, no longer looking at him, appearing as if she would let him do as he pleased.

???

Han Chuanyou put down his teacup, almost spitting out his tea.

Seeing Han Chuan You cough twice, Yukinoshita Yuri's beautiful face regained its usual gentleness, and she bent down to hand him two tissues.

"I heard that some guys like it when women look at them like that, so I tried to do it myself. What do you think, Yu-kun?"

Han Chuan You took the tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Hmm...that's good, but I don't have that kind of hobby."

Is she trying to seduce me in different ways?

But Miss Lily, your XP isn't like that at all; you can certainly do it a few more times.

This kind of expression easily evokes emotions in people, giving the impression of someone engaging in some kind of role-playing.

"Yeah."

Yukinoshita Yuri poured him some more tea, her expression slightly regretful.

After a few casual words, Han Chuanyou took his leave, feeling that it was not a good place to stay any longer.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself if he stayed any longer. After his previous experience, he was becoming increasingly restless, and he was afraid it wouldn't be so easy to get Meiyue to help him again.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Lily. I should be going now."

Yukinoshita Yuri smiled and saw him off at the door.

"Come often, Mr. You are always welcome."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer, lowered her voice, and her warm breath tickled her neck.

"I will try my best to satisfy any content you want to see in the future."

Looking at Miss Baihe's face, which was both beautiful and gentle yet alluring, Han Chuanyou found the contrast to be extreme.

"Well... let's talk about it later."

My neighbor's wife is so persistent, it's unbearable.

Back home, Meiyue leaned back on the sofa eating fruit, while the TV in front of her played a popular dating reality show.

"Why did it take so long to deliver something?"

"Miss Lily is too enthusiastic."

Han Chuanyou sat down next to her and took a bite of the half-eaten cantaloupe in her hand.

so sweet.

He rested his head on Meiyue's shoulder and opened his mouth to accept her feeding him again:

"Why are you watching dating reality shows? Especially high school dating reality shows, that's not appropriate for your age."

Han Chuan Mei Yue glanced at him sideways: "Are you implying that I'm old?"

"Of course not." Han Chuanyou held her hand. "Look at these smooth hands, how could they be old? They're like those of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Would you like me to give your skin a pampering treatment?"

"Okay, take your pants off, I'll help you with a steel wool pad."

Han Chuan Mei Yue crossed her legs, dangling her toes, quietly waiting for his move.

"Forget it."

Han Chuanyou immediately dared not continue to act recklessly; no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't push himself like that.

"Ah……"

Han Chuan Meiyue forked a long strip of cantaloupe, took a big bite, and juice splattered everywhere, making Han Chuan You tremble with fear.

……

The next day, Han Chuanyou resumed his daily life on campus.

"Go, be careful on the road."

Han Chuan Mei Yue straightened his uniform and tie, patted his shoulder, and turned him around.

"I'm leaving."

"Yu! You're finally back! The cat tongue cookies you brought back are so delicious, I ate so many in one go."

At the doorstep, Takahashi Haruna, carrying her schoolbag, excitedly raised her little hand to greet him.

"As long as it tastes good, that's fine. I think the brown sugar flavor is a bit too sweet, and I feel like eating too much of it can cause cavities."

"Absolutely not, my teeth are perfectly fine..."

Takahashi Haruna opened her mouth, pulled her cheeks apart with her fingers, and tried to raise her pink tongue, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, which she showed him indistinctly.

Her round face was stretched into cute and comical shapes like dough. Han Chuanyou watched this scene and couldn't help but think to himself that her face was really malleable.

Resisting the urge to poke her finger in the mouth, Han Chuanyou nodded in agreement: "Her teeth are nice."

"Hmph, isn't that right?"

Takahashi Haruna proudly raised her chin, released her hand, and her cheeks regained their roundness.

On the swaying tram, Han Chuanyou leaned against the carriage wall, scrolling through the morning news, preparing to see what recent events were worth paying attention to.

The most popular topics were celebrity gossip and trivial matters. As for the others, Han Chuanyou found a complaint next door about the United States' involvement in human experimentation, which revealed the specific details of DNA bomb experiments.

Surprisingly, it didn't generate much buzz. Many of the comments expressed disbelief, saying that America would never do such a thing and that it was blatant slander.

It seems to have been suppressed by an invisible force; even such an inhumane event couldn't cause a ripple.