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

A miniature remote control was hidden inside the denture in the back molar.

This was his last trump card, and also his most reckless move.

He faked his death, lured the target to open the door, and then detonated the explosives on his body, perishing together with the head of the Ashworth family.

He was initially worried that the plan was too risky and that Edward might not come out to check it out himself.

But now Edward is standing right at the door, within arm's reach.

Thanks be to the divine messenger for his protection.

He bit down hard, the denture shell shattered, and the circuit was connected.

"Drip drip..."

A rapid electronic voice rang out from Vasily.

Edward's pupils contracted sharply, his heart clenched as if by an invisible hand, and his voice, filled with terror, lost all its elegance:

"No, no no no!!"

He turned and rushed into the safe house, shoving the bodyguards blocking the door. But faced with the fear of death, everyone lost their minds and scrambled to squeeze through the door.

"Fuck! Let me in!!"

Edward was squeezed in the middle of the crowd, his hands gripping the door frame, his face turning a deep purplish-red, completely losing the dignity of a family head.

Boom!!!

The violent explosion engulfed everything.

Flames soared into the sky, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The Ashworth family's bloodline, which had continued for nearly a hundred years, was almost uprooted in this moment.

……

The sound of explosions shattered the tranquility of Los Angeles.

The Los Angeles News Agency's helicopter arrived at the scene even faster than the police.

The manor below, engulfed in flames, was captured on camera from the helicopter.

On the plane, a female reporter named Emma Watson leaned halfway out, holding onto the edge of the cabin door with one hand and gripping the microphone with the other.

"Below is the Ashworth family manor. Gunfire is still being heard inside the building, and it seems that a fierce gun battle is taking place. The bridge in front of the manor has been destroyed, and the police cannot enter to investigate the situation for the time being."

Another loud explosion came from inside the building.

Oh my god!

The helicopter climbed slightly.

Emma tidied a strand of hair behind her ear and continued explaining to the camera.

"Another explosion! Did you hear it?"

The Ashworth family, as major taxpayers in the area, have deep-rooted connections with the political and business circles.

After the news broke, the Los Angeles Police Department did not dare to delay. Within half an hour, seven or eight black vehicles full of SWAT officers arrived with sirens blaring, followed closely by fire trucks and ambulances, and the entire block was completely surrounded.

Chapter 138 Returning to the Source of Photography, Meeting the Parents

Finally, with no other option, the police urgently dispatched boats to land on the riverbank beside the manor.

The SWAT team filed in, bulletproof shields in front, gun barrels pointing upwards, and beams of tactical flashlights sweeping across the darkness.

Upon entering the main building, LAPD Inspector Brandon, who was leading the group, paused. Corpses lay scattered in the corridor, the walls were riddled with bullet holes, and the air was thick with the stench of gunpowder, blood, and burnt flesh.

"What exactly happened in such a large-scale gunfight?"

Brandon's Adam's apple bobbed.

Even though he had worked his way up from a lowly patrol officer in the Los Angeles Police Department to his current position as police superintendent, he had never witnessed such a tragedy.

They continuously evacuated survivors, searched for the wounded, and remained vigilant for possible perpetrators along the way. Eventually, they discovered several severely charred bodies at the entrance of a safe house.

One of them was wearing a custom-made suit, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist had been melted into a pile of metal slag by the explosion.

After comparing fingerprints and dental molds, the police finally confirmed that this was Edward Ashworth, the head of the Ashworth family.

Overnight, the Ashworth family, which had dominated Los Angeles for nearly a century, was wiped out in a bloodbath, and the news sent shockwaves through the entire city.

[Under your planning, you destroyed a demonic lair and obtained the following loot: 100 mid-grade spirit stones, 14 soul crystals, and a high-grade Xuan-level spell jade slip—"Returning to the Origin of Scenery"]

On Sunday morning, Yuu Hanchuan was invited to visit Miss Kujo's home.

While he was sitting in the car, the subtitles in front of him suddenly changed.

This sudden windfall stunned him.

What have I been doing?

After thinking for a moment, the only possibility was Vasily's side. I wondered what kind of commotion he had caused.

Han Chuan You couldn't understand the specific use of this "Returning to the Source" technique for the time being; he would only know after learning it.

Han Chuan You was in a good mood. She turned her gaze away from the flowing street scene outside the window, looked at the girl beside her, and asked with a smile:

"Are you in such a hurry to take me to meet your parents?"

Nine fox feathers gazed at the boy's face:

"If you're thinking of meeting my parents, you can think of it that way. My mother asked me to invite you to the Kujo family a long time ago, but I just haven't found the opportunity."

She paused, then added.

"Remember to behave well in front of my mother."

Her mother always paid close attention to details, and she didn't want Han Chuan You to leave a bad impression on her.

"Don't worry about that. I've always been well-liked by my elders. But what kind of reward will I get for doing well?"

Nine fox feathers propped her cheeks up on the table, a charming smile playing on her lips. Her deep eyes were almost mesmerizing, and the sunlight made her beautiful face seem somewhat unreal.

"What kind of reward do you want? Stockings? Or something more erotic?"

"Is that the kind of person you see?"

Meeting the strange gaze of the other side of the maple leaf, Han Chuan You felt slandered. Was his image really that bad?

He decided to throw caution to the wind: "Hongye, what are you looking at? Believe me or not, I'll take your stockings!"

“Young Master Hanchuan, what a pity.” Hongye shrugged and shook her head with a smile. “I never wear stockings. If you want some, you can go to Yuka.”

Although stockings can relieve muscle fatigue and protect the skin to some extent, she has never worn such troublesome items.

Upon hearing this, Yuka, who was driving in the front seat, almost dropped the steering wheel.

"Ah I?"

Through the gap between the front seats, Han Chuan You looked at Yu Xiang's white stockings. The white stockings of the traditional maid outfit were delicate and smooth, with a strong sense of texture, and looked incredibly silky.

It is not impossible.

"Don't harass my men, look this way."

With a helpless tone, Kujou Kitsune raised his hand and straightened his head again.

I'm already considering whether to remove stockings from the wardrobe for the servants in my household in the future.

The car continued driving in Chiyoda Ward for another ten minutes or so.

Finally, we stopped in front of a traditional Japanese mansion.

Han Chuan You followed Kujo Kitsune out of the carriage and looked around. Apart from the mansion in front of him, the surrounding area was rather empty. He suspected that this large area of ​​land belonged to the Kujo family. They were simply inhumanly rich.

Stepping into the courtyard, the layout is full of Japanese charm and ancient style. The blue stone path meanders, and the neatly trimmed dwarf pines are arranged in a pleasing manner. Elegant stone lanterns are placed along the way. As you walk along the long road, servants bow and greet you from time to time.

Passing through the middle gate, you arrive at the inner courtyard.

Han Chuanyou couldn't help but complain in her heart, "Such a long journey, it must be tiring for the young lady to go home."

That's probably why Mizuki didn't buy that kind of mansion.

He thoughtfully made up an excuse for Meiyue, saying that he had originally wanted to buy it himself, but now it seemed better to give up.

The servants in the inner quarters have been replaced by maids, like Yuka, dressed in elegant kimonos or Western-style maid outfits.

Hanchuan You understood just how powerful the Kujo family was from the luxuriousness of this mansion.

Kujou Kitsune did not take him to see his mother, but instead led him to a room.

"Aren't you going to see your mother? Why did you bring me here?"

Han Chuanyou looked around; the room was also ridiculously large, and some feminine elements could be seen.

"Is this your room?"

Kujou nods: "It's better to be formal when meeting Mother for the first time. Let's change into a formal suit."

She turned to Yuka beside her and instructed, "Yuka, bring the clothes over here."

"Ok."

"Come with me."

Kujou Kitsune led him to a spacious changing room.

Through a gap in a carved screen, Han Chuanyou glimpsed the steaming bath inside, the air thick with moisture, as if one could soak in it at any moment.

Noticing his gaze, Kujou Kitsune casually said:

"Want to take a shower?"

"With you?"

"of course not."

"Then it won't be fun."

Han Chuan You clicked his tongue in regret, his tone slightly pity.

Nine Fox Feathers chuckled softly, a slight smile playing on their lips.

"Ha...pervert."

She turned around, her back to him, and lifted her long, black hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, revealing her fair neck.

"Help me take off my outer clothes, I need to change too." After a pause, she added, "You don't need to touch the inner clothes."

Han Chuan You was naturally happy to serve the young lady. Today, the young lady was wearing a neatly tailored black dress, which perfectly showed off her graceful figure.

He came up behind her, found the zipper, and slowly pulled it down like unwrapping a gift.

The zipper slid smoothly in two, revealing a simple, light blue solid-color bra underneath.

Nine fox feathers raised their hands and helped him take off his sleeves, the movements natural and without any awkwardness.

Having already seen the swimsuits at the beach, Han Chuan You didn't seem particularly excited at this moment.

Actually, there isn't much difference between swimwear and underwear in terms of fabric and coverage area.

So why are girls embarrassed when others see their underwear, but have no reaction to wearing swimsuits?

Do not understand.

Before long, the nine fox feathers were stripped of their outer garments, revealing their fair and flawless jade-like bodies. The light blue inner garments hugged their perfect curves, and if one hand exerted force, it should be able to completely grasp them, though it was slightly less than that.

Han Chuan You looked him up and down, and seeing Kujou Kitsune's body again still stirred a slight ripple in his heart.

"Want to pinch?"

"Do not want to."

If you pinch someone, you'll likely have to take immediate responsibility.

Kujou Kitsune let out another wicked chuckle: "Coward."

"Miss, the clothes are here."

"Come in."

Harada Yuka noticed the state of the two at that moment, especially the young lady who was only wearing her underwear. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look around.

Han Chuan You picked up the kimono that Yuka had given him, looked it over, and said that he had never worn such elaborate clothing before.

"How do I wear this?"

The dutiful maid stepped forward: