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

Han Chuanyou never underestimated the technological level of modern people. He was very wary of these strange weapons and would not risk his life. He had already blocked his sense of smell when the smoke rose and covered his body with a layer of spiritual energy to isolate himself from the outside air.

Cultivators can hold their breath for extended periods using only their spiritual energy.

William Jones saw that the other person's body was covered with neurotoxins.

Very well, Death, you were too careless.

He immediately gave the order.

"Let's begin."

An eerie silence came from the walkie-talkie.

"Where are they? Start the operation!"

There was no response, only short, chilling screams coming from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

To some of the people in the convoy ahead, the scene before them hadn't changed at all; they had just suddenly realized that death had vanished without a trace.

A contract soldier from the Philippines glanced at his comrade beside him and his body trembled violently. The comrade sitting next to him had somehow transformed into a monster covered in black scales with its limbs bent backwards.

Its neck stretched out like a snake, and two rows of needle-like sharp teeth protruded from its mouth as it bit down on his throat.

"Demon!!"

He instinctively raised his gun, cocked it, and pulled the trigger, aiming it at the hideous head.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out in the enclosed carriage. A bullet pierced the monster's skull, splattering hot blood all over his face. The monster convulsed and fell to the ground.

The same situation occurred simultaneously in various parts of the convoy.

Inside another armored vehicle, a soldier suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw a naked, grayish-white creature with bat wings bite his shoulder, its sharp teeth piercing his flesh, and blood gushing out instantly.

He let out a scream, drew his tactical dagger from his waist, and plunged it into the back of the monster's head.

In an instant, gunfire erupted within the convoy.

The soldier operating the machine gun turret spotted a huge figure in the scope.

He looked up and, through the bulletproof glass of the armored vehicle, saw a ferocious beast, over three meters tall, covered in pus and blood blisters, walking towards him. Its skin was a rotting dark green, and its arms were thick.

"What...what is this thing?!"

A chill ran down his spine, and he pressed the fire button on the twin-mounted machine gun.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

Large-caliber bullets rained down, tearing the beast's chest to shreds. Pus and bits of flesh scattered all over the ground, and the beast crashed to the ground, breaking the roadside guardrail.

Masahide Nagata also went mad at this point.

A small demon with two horns on its head and its body covered in dark red scales suddenly jumped onto his head, its sharp claws digging into his scalp, and warm liquid dripping down his forehead.

He screamed and drew his pistol from his waist, firing wildly at the top of his head. Bullets pierced the roof of the car, and stray bullets bounced back and forth in the cramped compartment, hitting the police officers behind him.

Immediately afterwards, another, larger demon bit his right arm, its mouth covered with ring-shaped teeth like a lamprey's, embedding itself into his forearm.

Ignoring the stinging pain on his head, Nagata Masahide turned the gun to his arm and repeatedly pulled the trigger, smashing the demon's head to pieces.

He was panting heavily when he kicked open the car door and staggered out of the car.

Outside lies an even more terrifying inferno.

All sorts of grotesque creatures that drive your sanity crazy have gathered on the open ground outside the car.

A gaunt-faced demon with long, thin, spider-like limbs, devoid of facial features, its body covered in pustules. Several eyeball-shaped floating demons hover in the air, without mouths or noses, possessing only a single, enormous, bloodshot eyeball...

How did these things even appear? He was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he just wanted to escape this horrible place as quickly as possible.

He began to regret getting involved.

Death is real, otherwise how could they suddenly be attacked by demons?

But in William's eyes, the scene of the convoy at this moment was quite different.

What I saw was a scene of infighting. The soldiers were like madmen, firing at empty spaces, shelling their own armored vehicles, and even killing each other.

An armored vehicle's turret spun, riddling the escort vehicle in front of it with bullets. A soldier, engulfed in flames, rolled out of the vehicle and was shot in the head by his comrade.

Another person knelt on the ground, hands clasped together, muttering something, before being crushed into a bloody pulp by an oncoming armored vehicle.

William Jones slumped in the back seat, speechless with shock at the scene on the screen.

We can't stay here any longer; the other side has most likely used some kind of unknown weapon again.

He threw down the walkie-talkie and shouted at the driver, "Get out of here! Get out of here now!!"

The car turned around and sped away from this terrifying place.

Meanwhile, Nagata Masahide, who had been dreaming of being the greatest hero in capturing the Grim Reaper, had completely broken down mentally.

He fired wildly at the demon lunging at him, continuing to pull the trigger even after he had run out of bullets.

The demon finally pounced, its claws plunging deep into his chest and shattering his heart.

The excruciating pain tore through his consciousness, and in the last moments of his life, all he felt was regret.

He finally realized how ignorant he had been, setting up such an absurd trap in order to capture Death, and even risking his own life to create a heroic image for himself.

Now, it's all a joke.

He suddenly regained consciousness at the last moment.

The demon before them gradually transformed back into human form, a soldier with a blood-stained face and unfocused eyes.

The claw that pierced his chest was nothing more than a military dagger.

A large amount of blood gushed from Nagata Masahide's mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

What just happened...

However, he didn't have time to think it through. His pupils slowly dilated, and his consciousness plunged into boundless darkness.

Han Chuan You also felt that it was about time.

At this moment, he was dizzy and disoriented. Despite deliberately avoiding making the situation too complicated by using the Bewitching Illusion God technique on so many people, he was still struggling to cope.

The Metropolitan Police Department's losses this time will be enough to make them feel the pinch for quite some time.

In order to lure him out, they didn't hesitate to use someone else as a scapegoat; their methods were despicable and utterly disgusting.

These people should be prepared to pay the price from the moment they decide to harm themselves.

There were quite a few survivors, and Han Chuanyou had no intention of continuing to harm them.

Chapter 147 A Powerful Thigh, A Bold Deduction

After this battle, the atmosphere that the Metropolitan Police Department had painstakingly created, with the Grim Reaper about to be caught, was shattered by a crushing defeat, and the grand arrest operation was once again put on hold.

The previously turbulent situation suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The general public, who are always eager to watch the excitement, would not miss this opportunity, and public opinion was in an uproar, with the Metropolitan Police Department being severely criticized.

Left with no other option, the Metropolitan Police Department resorted to its traditional tactic once again, with Commissioner Daisuke Yamaguchi personally bowing and apologizing to the public at a press conference.

Meanwhile, at the Hanchuan family.

Han Chuan Meiyue had just finished her long run for the day and was lying on her yoga mat, breathing slightly rapidly.

Han Chuanyou sat on her buttocks, kneading her calves with both hands to help relieve the tension in her muscles after exercise.

The skin beneath her was soft and elastic to the touch. After exercising, Mizuki's exposed skin shimmered with a fine sheen, making her quite sexy. Her long, white, and round legs were firm yet had just the right amount of elasticity, making them feel wonderful to the touch.

On the television, Daisuke Yamaguchi was still bowing to the camera, while Yuu Kakeru's hands continued their work, and he casually asked:

"A position in the First Investigation Division has become available. Mizuki, would you like to take it?"

The boy's fingers seemed to possess some kind of magic, pressing on the muscles and making one want to make strange noises.

Han Chuan Mei Yue buried her head in her arms, letting out a soft, seductive moan of pleasure:

"Of course I don't want to. Right now, the position of head of the First Investigation Division is a hot potato. Nagata Masahide has been killed, and we haven't even passed the seventh day after his death yet. Are you trying to make me die young?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue shifted her hips in annoyance.

It's better if a person doesn't have a soul after they die. But if they do, it's more painful than killing her to watch this brat being pinned down by other women while she can't do anything about it.

At least she should remove the label of "Old Chu Woman" before she dies.

Han Chuan You, oblivious to the danger, said, "Of course not. Maybe if you, Mizuki, were to step in, Death would obediently kneel at your feet?"

"I don't have that kind of ability."

"You underestimate yourself."

Even if she takes action later, I can kneel down at her feet and lick her licks right now.

His hand gripped Meiyue's calf, and with the spiritual energy of the Sweet Dew Technique flowing in, the muscles deep within her calf gradually relaxed.

"uh-huh……"

Han Chuan Meiyue let out another suppressed moan, then let out a long sigh.

"Anyway, I won't do it... In the past, this dangerous position might have really fallen into my lap, but now with the connections of the Kujo family, it's definitely not going to be me. I wonder who will be the next unlucky one."

Mizuki Hanakawa may have had some ambition before, but she gradually got used to this kind of laid-back life.

If she were to get involved, she would be incredibly busy and would have less time to spend with Han Chuan You, which she couldn't accept.

"That's true, Mizuki, you should just stay home and take care of me."

His hand gradually slid towards himself, and Han Chuanyou gently pinched her inner thigh through her tight-fitting sports shorts.

Han Chuan Mei Yue's body trembled instantly.

"What are you doing..." The last syllable of her voice was alluring, and she sounded trembling.

"Mizuki, something's not right with you. You seem to be feeling very comfortable?"

Han Chuanyou turned around, and Meiyue, with her hair in a high ponytail for easier movement, revealing her snow-white neck, lay directly on her back.

At this moment, Meiyue's body was steaming hot. Her hand slipped under her soft belly, her waist was sweaty and slippery, and she could feel the clear trembling of her lower abdomen.

"It was just a massage, but the reaction was so strong. My mind is really aroused. Mizuki, you are just as good as me."

Han Chuanyou brought his lips close to her ear and gently blew air into her ear.

Having spent time together since childhood, he had long known that Meiyue's ears were the most sensitive part of her body.

"Get up now."

Han Chuan Mei Yue's body trembled again, her ears burned, and a surge of heat coursed through her body.

Han Chuanyou chuckled in her ear, gently biting her translucent earlobe, and softly spoke:

"I'm already up, Mizuki, can't you feel it? You're comfortable, but I'm not."

"Can you please stop being so perverted?"

"No, you have to take responsibility for me."

Han Chuanyou felt the softness behind her, his eyes gradually burning with desire. He wrapped his arms tightly around her supple waist and placed his hands on her soft thighs, leaving room for them to move.

Han Chuan Meiyue buried her face in her arms, feeling his weight, and her breathing gradually became heavy.

……

Hanchuan Meiyue struggled to turn over, and Hanchuan You, who was behind her, naturally rolled to the side.

She pushed herself up from the ground, her legs feeling a little weak. She looked down and sighed helplessly, "You're something else. I'm going to change my clothes, they're filthy."

"Go ahead."

Han Chuanyou squinted his eyes, indicating his satisfaction.

Mizuki's thighs are really strong.

Inside the bathroom, Han Chuan Mei Yue's heart was still pounding as she prepared to take a shower.

She hooked her fingers around the edge of her athletic shorts, bent down, and pulled them down along her knees.

She lifted her foot, picked up the pants she had taken off, and touched them with her fingertips; they were already damp with sweat from her workout.

Looking down, her originally fair and soft thighs now had a more lustrous sheen.