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

So he was gambling that, for the sake of her family's lives, it was best not to say anything he shouldn't.

Tao Furukawa's subconscious fear made her tremble, but her eyes quickly hardened, and her voice carried a long-suppressed pain.

This is her only chance to escape Arai Teru's clutches; she wants this devil dead.

She mustered her courage: "Death... Death God, save me."

"you!"

Arai Teru's mind was filled with alarm bells.

"Lord Grim Reaper, let's talk this out. You may not know my identity, but my father is Arai Ryohei, a top figure in politics. If you want to harm me, you will be making an enemy of the entire island nation's political arena."

Seeing that the other party showed no intention of making a move, Arai Teru assumed that he had persuaded them and continued:

“My family has a lot of money. We can cooperate. Whether you want money, women, or power, the Arai family can give you anything.”

"Finished talking? What a filial son you are."

Han Chuan You's mental energy surged, rushing into the other's sea of ​​consciousness. Arai Teru felt as if his brain had been hit by a sledgehammer.

His mind reeled, and he instinctively released the dog leash, clutched his head, and cried out in pain:

"Ah! My head!!"

Han Chuanyou looked at the stunned woman beside him and reminded her:

"you can go now."

"Yes...yes, thank you, Lord Death."

Furukawa Taihou bowed deeply to Hanchuan You gratefully, quickened his pace, and left, still somewhat incredulous that he had actually escaped from Arai Teru's clutches.

She ripped the restraints off her neck and threw them to the ground, feeling as if the shackles of her life had been broken, and only freedom remained before her.

Arai Teru's eyes were filled with terror as he watched the other slowly draw his long sword. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his head that felt like it was being torn apart, he pushed off the ground with his feet and desperately tried to move his body backward until finally, his back slammed against the cold wall, and he could no longer retreat.

"You...you, I have no grudge against you, why are you trying to kill me?"

"I just don't like people like you, there's no need to find any reasons."

Han Chuanyou's knife tip lightly grazed the man's neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain, and then slid down his chest, as if searching for a slaughtering incision.

"Spare...spare me..."

Teru Arai is still struggling in his death throes.

Han Chuanyou suddenly smelled a strange odor. His eyes widened in disgust, and he took a step back, saying, "You're really useless."

He raised the knife, the blade flashing a bluish light, and cleanly sliced ​​into the man's left waist with a sound like a hot knife cutting butter. It cut through his flesh, nerves, and bones with almost no resistance, finally exiting from his right waist.

The blade remained spotless, untouched by blood, and as shiny as new.

With a "click," the sword was sheathed.

He turned and left, leaving behind only a series of horrific screams.

As is well known, being cut in half at the waist does not cause immediate death; the brain retains full consciousness.

Arai Teru would watch helplessly as his lower body went numb, experiencing excruciating pain and feeling his life slip away. Ultimately, he would succumb to blood loss and die amidst endless regret and fear.

[You have slain a succubus and obtained the following loot: Shadow Robe - High-grade Yellow Rank, 30 Mid-grade Spirit Stones, and 4 Mid-grade Yellow Rank Soul Crystals]

As expected of an elite monster, it dropped so much loot.

Han Chuanyou appeared in the room and eagerly took out Youying from his storage ring.

The robe is somewhat similar in appearance to a yukata, with a dark gray color, thin fabric, excellent drape, and a subtle matte finish.

The collar and cuffs of the garment are devoid of any extra embellishments, with only a thin, matching belt at the waist, achieving an extreme level of simplicity that exudes a cool and sophisticated feel.

After acknowledging the Lord, he gained an understanding of the effects of this robe.

In addition to providing some protection, the robes allow one to blend perfectly into the surrounding environment at night, which is very useful for stealthy infiltration.

Han Chuanyou smiled with satisfaction; the effect was quite good.

When paired with a mask, this image will be more concrete in front of the world, and it will also prevent others from easily noticing anything amiss if the clothing is different.

He opened his arms, and with a thought, his robes floated up and automatically fell onto his body, the belt tightening to just the right degree.

Stretching the body does not hinder one's activities in the slightest.

He took out his phone and looked at his current image on the screen.

Not bad, he's handsome enough.

Chapter 133 Stirred up the insects' lair

Tanaka Tsukasa had been living a relatively peaceful life for a while.

It's been so long since Death committed a crime; I heard he's been causing trouble at a military base in Okinawa.

During this period, he was able to sleep well, eat well, and enjoy his sex life with his wife much more. His wife was quite satisfied and gave him a lot more pocket money.

However, it's best not to get too carried away when you're happiest, and Tanaka Tsukasa was clearly celebrating too soon.

He had just arrived at his post with his coffee when he received news that Death had struck again. He cursed under his breath and immediately ordered his men to head to the Tomisaka Police Station to handle the case.

Ryohei Arai, born in Yamaguchi Prefecture, has been able to consistently send at least two to three members of parliament to the Diet through his monopoly on key voting blocs such as the prefectural construction industry association and agricultural cooperatives.

He commands nearly thirty members of parliament within his own party, and even the prime minister has to give him some respect.

Now, his son was brutally cut in half at the waist by death last night.

His son just liked to flirt with those women, which had a bad influence, but he felt it didn't warrant the death penalty, and no one in the island nation could punish him.

Due to his own circumstances, he finally managed to have this only child through medical means, which he cherished dearly, but it ended up like this.

His son died, and he wondered if his son had inherited his disease, leaving no offspring. The family fortune he had worked so hard to build now had no one to inherit it, and he wanted to get rid of the Grim Reaper as soon as possible.

Inside the morgue, Arai Ryohei, his wife, and daughter-in-law were overcome with grief as they looked at the horrific scene before them.

Of course, this is only the surface situation; Arai Teru's wife, Arai Hanae, is trying hard to suppress the corners of her mouth that are about to turn up.

Her marriage to the Arai family was purely political, and she had no emotional connection with Arai Teru whatsoever; the two of them always went their separate ways.

She knew all about his female companions and that she herself frequented women-only establishments, hooking up with several muscular men who were good in bed, though they both maintained a facade of respectability.

Now that Teru Arai is dead, she will likely inherit a large sum of money from the Arai family, so she must maintain the image of a good wife.

She looked sorrowful and comforted him, saying, "Father, please accept my condolences. The Metropolitan Police Department will definitely give Hui justice."

"fart!"

Arakawa Ryohei knew perfectly well that the people in the Metropolitan Police Department were all incompetent bastards; asking them to handle cases was asking too much of them.

Therefore, we must rely on ourselves.

They could either use their networks to pressure the government and mobilize the political machinery for a large-scale search, or offer the maximum reward on the black market.

Those desperados certainly wouldn't refuse Death, this big fat sheep.

He vowed not to give up until death paid the price.

Indeed, just as he suspected, Tanaka Tsukasa was merely going through the motions with the members of the Death God Project Team.

He simply used his own judgment to deduce the relevant modus operandi and find any possible clues about the Grim Reaper. Then he organized all the information and handed it over to William Jones and the others.

After all, these methods of committing crimes, which are beyond their own understanding and may involve high-tech weapons, can only be discerned by professional scientists.

After examining the wound, Tanaka Tsukasa used his familiar modus operandi, staying in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras and leaving no clues at the scene.

It all depends on the only eyewitness, but I doubt they have any useful information.

However, these cases also made Tsukasa Tanaka even more curious about what kind of person Death really was.

If we can get help from the United States and actually find him, I think it would be very rewarding.

Ultimately, he still enjoys the process of unraveling the mystery and uncovering the truth of a case, but now he won't be at the forefront. He has a clear understanding of his role: to assist with case deductions.

Upon returning from the crime scene, Tsukasa Tanaka handed the relevant documents to the officer next to him and, following procedure, comforted the victim's family.

"Mr. Arai, please accept our condolences. We will do our best to search for traces of death."

"You had better really do your best."

Suppressing his inner rage, Arai Ryohei rose from his chair, intending to immediately unleash his power and deliver a powerful blow to the Grim Reaper.

He immediately dialed Congress.

Han Chuanyou's side also took action.

"Do me a favor."

Business wasn't good at the store, and Hamabe Umi sat idly behind the counter when she heard a sudden sound beside her. She immediately sat up straight:

"Lord Death, what is it?"

"Could you look up this person, Ryohei Arai? I think that's his name. He's supposed to be a member of parliament. Please let me know once you have his detailed information."

"Roger that!"

Hamabe Umi immediately got up. It was already dark, so she simply closed the shop door, hung up a "Closed for Business" sign, and then went upstairs to the second floor, quickly logging into the Dark Light Society's internal website.

Having cultivated a deep presence in Tokyo for many years, the organization possesses an intimate knowledge of these politicians, tycoons, and powerful families, meticulously documenting both their public resumes and their behind-the-scenes activities.

Han Chuan You received a message from Hamabe Umiho shortly afterward.

"Ryohei Arai, 63 years old, member of parliament, affiliated with the Qinghehui faction, suspected of involvement in human organ trafficking, and also linked to several other religious sects..."

After listening to her report, he responded, his eyes growing even colder.

It turns out it's related to the human organ trafficking case I encountered before. Cults are also inextricably linked to them. They really are a bunch of scoundrels.

You wouldn't believe it until you looked into it; it was absolutely appalling.

Everything fits together.

He belongs to the Seiwakai and used to be under Abe's command. It's a good opportunity to send him down as well, so the two of them can reunite.

"Well done."

Hamabe Umika tentatively asked, "Is Lord Death preparing to make a move against Arai Ryohei?"

"Of course, since his son was killed yesterday, his father is probably no good either. Now, based on the information you gave me, that seems to be the case. Alright, you can go about your business."

The sea lilies by the shore were even more unexpected.

He spoke so casually, it's clear that the Grim Reaper doesn't take this kind of strongman in the island nation's political arena seriously at all.

It is not a wise move to provoke such a powerful politician.

Aren't you afraid of angering them and getting exposed?

However, she knew what she should and shouldn't ask as a subordinate, and that the Grim Reaper must have his own reasons for doing so.

She stopped talking.

"Yes."

Han Chuan You disconnected the connection between the two.

Having such a thoughtful subordinate is so convenient.

He truly never expected that he would unintentionally disturb the nest of those insects.

Since they've come to him, he'll naturally have to give them a good lesson and teach them a profound one.

Having made up his mind, he got out of the bathtub, dried himself off, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Mizuki, would you like to feel your little brother's body after he's just come out of the bath?"

"Get lost."

Chapter 134 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 unladylike. 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...

Han Chuan Mei Yue shifted her legs, her tone filled with helplessness: