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

The so-called human rights standards of the West are only raised when they are in their own interest. When they commit crimes themselves, they can only make excuses, pretend to be blind, and turn a blind eye.

What's even more ridiculous is that the reason they can describe those baseless accusations against other countries so convincingly, as if they witnessed them firsthand, is simply because they themselves have already committed those dirty deeds.

Slavery to grow cotton, genocide—aren't these glorious aspects of their history that they are proud of? That's why they can speak so clearly about it.

But it has to be admitted that when it comes to waging a war of public opinion, these people really know how to play the game.

The last class this morning happened to be PE, and I was teaching the same class as Liu Shengxian. The feeling of coming to school and having PE class right away made me feel especially good.

Today's lesson was still badminton. The weather was nice, and it was played outdoors as usual.

Hanchuan You snatched the best-preserved rackets and handed one of them to Yagyu Genon.

"Have you missed me since we haven't seen each other for so many days?"

The girl took the racket and glanced at him coldly: "I'm more than happy that you're not bothering me."

"Your words are hurtful. I had brought some Ryukyu souvenirs to give to you."

"Just give me the souvenir, and get the person out of here."

"He says one thing but does another."

Hearing him say that, Yagyu Genon slapped him on the butt.

"Hey! Why are you hitting me?"

A slight smile curved the corners of Yagyu Genon's lips, revealing a hint of amusement on his cool and aloof face.

She scoffed, "Who told you to be so obnoxious?"

Seeing the boy raise his racket, she quickly took a step back, covered her back, and looked at him warily.

"In public, you'd better tone it down and not go too far."

"Didn't you strike first? Fine, I'll save you some face in public."

Chapter 129 Shadow Pavilion Branch? (Chapter 125 has been unblocked; another chapter will be released later)

At lunchtime, Yuu Hanchuan and the Yagyu sisters sat on their usual bench, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves overhead.

"Thank you for the gift, senior!"

Anna Yagyu accepted the brown paper bag with delight, her eyes curving into crescents and shallow dimples appearing on both sides of her cheeks.

Han Chuanyou waved his hand: "You're welcome. It's just a bit of a pity that you guys didn't come with me, otherwise we could have sunbathed together."

"I think you just want to see us in swimsuits."

Liu Shengxian pouted, took out a glass dog-shaped ornament from the brown paper bag, and fiddled with it back and forth, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she had won it over.

"How did you know? You're so perceptive, you really understand me."

Han Chuan You opened the bento box, picked up a piece of fried chicken, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to daydream as he chewed.

"I don't know where we'll be going on this year's study tour. Ideally, it would be somewhere with mixed-gender bathing. I heard there's a really famous mixed-gender hot spring in Iwate Prefecture that many Japanese Twitter female bloggers have visited."

As he spoke, he looked meaningfully at the girl beside him, saying that she could enjoy the large pool by herself, but she could soak in the small pool with the Minister.

A blush crept up Liu Shengxian's ears: "Even if you're a pervert, there's a limit."

"I'm a pervert? I was just curious about the mixed-gender bathing culture of the island nation."

He looked at Anna Yagyu and shamelessly asked for confirmation.

Anna, do you also think I'm a pervert?

Anna Yagyu looked at the souvenir in her hand and felt indebted to the person who gave it to her. However, she also remembered the time when her senior bought strange things, and it would be too dishonest to say that she wasn't weird.

Finally, the girl decided that honesty was the most important thing in life and nodded.

"Anna, you've become so unlovable."

Han Chuan You looked as if he had suffered a great loss.

Yagyu Genon's lips curled slightly, revealing a rare hint of pride and satisfaction: "Anna, you've finally realized what kind of person this guy is."

Unexpectedly, Anna Yagyu added:

"Although my senior is a bit of a weirdo, he's still a very good person, and I don't dislike him."

Han Chuan You instantly recovered, leaned on Xian Yin's shoulder, and reached over her to rub the girl's head.

"Anna, I misspoke. You're still the cutest."

"Get out of my way!"

Yagyu Genon looked helpless and slapped his hand away.

What kind of mind-altering drug did this guy give Anna?

……

That night, Meiyue from next door had already gone to sleep.

After so many days, Hanchuan You reappeared in the Tokyo night.

He stood on the edge of the rooftop of a tall building, the night wind blowing through the buildings, making the hem of his clothes flutter.

I wonder what the haul will be like tonight.

A stack of paper puppets appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the paper puppets scattered and flew away, searching for the evil lurking in the night.

Not long after, a paper puppet sent back a special image.

In Kabukicho, Shinjuku Ward, a pawn shop with a sign that read "Fukishi-shi-ya" caught his attention on a relatively secluded street.

In his field of vision, a line of purple subtitles floated above the shop.

Shadow Pavilion branch?

[You have discovered a branch of the Shadow Pavilion. As a neutral organization that combines intelligence gathering and assassination, you might be able to obtain the clues you are looking for from it...]

Han Chuan You looked puzzled. He had already encountered a professional assassin before, but he did not expect that there would be a branch of an assassin organization in Tokyo, openly located in the downtown area.

He should definitely pay him a proper visit.

The house is made of blown stone, and the study is on the second floor.

The room was lit by a dim desk lamp. In front of the computer desk, a pretty woman stared at the computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard. One message after another refreshed on the screen, almost making one's eyes blur, but the woman was used to it and wrote them down one by one.

Hamabe Umiho, codenamed Black Lotus, is the head of the Tokyo branch of the Dark Light Society. This is her eighth year in office, a position she took over from her father who died young that year.

Compared to other branches, Tokyo is honestly not particularly chaotic. Class divisions are rigid, and each household guards its own little territory, keeping to themselves. While assassinations do occur from time to time, they are not very difficult, so the prices are naturally not high.

Normally, she just sells information, and in her branches all over the world, revenue has always been stuck in an awkward position, neither high nor low.

Even if she wanted to expand and strengthen her business, she lacked the ability to do so. Over the years, she even felt that her assassination skills had become rusty.

But unexpectedly, the sudden appearance of death shattered Tokyo's usual tranquility.

The practice of specifically judging evil makes those with ulterior motives uneasy every day, and they wish they could get rid of it as soon as possible.

In addition, rumors about the Grim Reaper possibly possessing some kind of high-tech weapon have begun to spread in the underworld, gradually attracting the attention of various parties.

The leader had specifically instructed her a few days ago to gather more information about the Grim Reaper.

She was well aware of this. On the black market, information about the Grim Reaper had long been sold for exorbitant prices, and the Dark Light Society, as a renowned underground organization, would naturally not let this opportunity pass.

If we could get our hands on something from Death...

No, you're overthinking it. The United States has gained nothing in all this time, let alone them.

She yawned and closed the mysterious website on her computer.

Since things have come to this, I should just go to sleep.

As Hamabe Umiho stood up, she caught a glimpse of a figure standing beside her.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her killer instincts made her turn around quickly, bending her body at an angle that no ordinary person could do, and she reached for the dagger at her waist, plunging it into the other person's throat.

Then she felt a heavy blow to her abdomen.

"Cough..."

She was punched so hard she had to stand on tiptoe, the dagger in her hand fell to the ground, her legs trembled uncontrollably, she clutched her stomach, and finally slowly knelt down, unable to get up again.

Damn it, my skills have really deteriorated. I was able to let someone sneak in without me even knowing.

Was it a competitor coming to me? Or did I infringe on someone's interests?

She had long anticipated this day and had made preparations for it, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

She looked up, and the aura emanating from the person in front of her sent a chill down her spine.

Han Chuanyou stared at the woman kneeling in front of him, his eyes devoid of any pity.

This woman, as a customer, came in to discuss business, and not only was she not welcomed, she actually drew her knife against me.

Is this how things are done?

"You...you are Death?!"

Hamabe Umiha instantly recognized the mysterious person in front of her.

"it's me."

Han Chuan You pulled over the computer chair and sat down.

If the woman in front of him hadn't had no special markings on her, she would have been decapitated by now.

"So, shall we talk now?"

What should we talk about?

Hamabe Umi knew that those who were brought to death never had a good ending; many died in extremely gruesome ways, almost tortured to death.

But Hamabe Umiho had her own pride. She raised her head, and the pain in her abdomen was aggravated by her movement, causing her to groan again.

"Gulp... Just kill me already."

Han Chuanyou raised an eyebrow.

I didn't expect him to be such a tough nut to crack?

Chapter 130 Death's First Plan

Han Chuanyou kicked off the chair and slid it in front of her. He leaned forward, pinched her chin, and made her look into his eyes. The woman had a small, eye-catching mole at the corner of her eye, which added a unique charm to her.

The violent movement had slightly exposed half of his fair skin on the left side, and a black mole on it caught his eye a few more times.

People with many moles are probably also ambitious, that's true.

"Is this an intelligence and assassination agency?"

The pain in her abdomen made her frown slightly. Hamabe Umi gritted her teeth and said, "So what if it is? Death has come to visit. Don't you know where you are?"

"That makes things easier."

Han Chuan slowly stood up and said leisurely.

"From now on, this place will be under my responsibility. You can choose to submit or die."

Hamabe Umiho stared blankly for a moment; this situation was completely unexpected.

Wasn't he here to take his own life?

"This isn't my decision; I'm just the person in charge here. The higher-ups..."

"Then there's no problem. All I want is you."

Han Chuanyou interrupted her directly, his spiritual power spreading out like an invisible tide, enveloping the woman before him.

So what's your choice?

When Hamabe Umi met his eyes, she suddenly felt a surge of heartfelt submission. It seemed that working for this infamous Grim Reaper wasn't such an unacceptable thing after all.

She swallowed hard, then finally lowered her head: "I... am willing to submit."

"Very good, the choice of a smart person."

Han Chuanyou smiled with satisfaction and placed his hand on the woman's head.

"Remember, from now on, you must obey all my orders unconditionally, even if it means your immediate death. Next, I will infuse you with so-called divine power."

What kind of divine power is being infused?

Binbian Haihe looked bewildered.