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

Juan's expression was rather grim.

They used to make a living in Southeast Asia, traveling between the borders of various countries and doing dirty and tiring work for local warlords.

Last time, while helping drug traffickers clean up the mess, I killed two undercover agents from the Xia Kingdom who were working for the drug cartel. This resulted in a fierce retaliation from the Xia Kingdom, forcing me to temporarily lay low.

They learned about the Grim Reaper in Tokyo from the black market, and the bounty of up to tens of millions of dollars instantly attracted them.

So, along with a few companions, they crossed the ocean to this place, hoping to make a fortune and also find shelter from the storm.

Even so, it took a lot of hard work to accumulate a savings of a few million dollars.

A news item about Death costs two hundred thousand dollars? That's robbery!

"Where is it expensive? The Dark Light Society has always had a price tag for its intelligence over the years, and everyone else pays the same price."

Hamabe Umi blew on the wind, then picked up the nail clippers and trimmed the nails on her other hand, adopting an indifferent attitude, but secretly she was already prepared to take him down if he made any unusual moves.

If all else fails, we can just call for help.

Now she has powerful backers, giving her immense confidence when facing these people.

Juan's gaze darkened.

Within their Southeast Asian community, history has been marked by successive colonial rule, resulting in repeated cultural disruptions and the dilution of traditions through repeated regime changes.

This deep-seated cultural inferiority complex makes them exceptionally sensitive to how neighboring countries view them; any slight can be magnified into an insult.

Hamabe Umiho's indifferent and aloof attitude precisely struck a nerve with him.

How dare people from a mere island nation treat me with such contempt?

A sinister glint appeared in Juan's eyes. Aren't island nations just America's dogs too? What right do they have to look down on the Philippines?

"If you want to cause trouble, first find out what the Dark Light Society is like. We'll be waiting for you."

Hamabe Umi glanced at him, reached for the pocket pistol on her thigh, and cursed him under her breath as a penniless wretch.

For a target with a bounty of tens of millions, a mere 200,000 yuan for information is already quite reasonable. To refuse to pay that much is truly stingy.

Juan took a deep breath, glanced at the woman in front of him, and angrily got up and left.

This is someone else's territory, so he couldn't really make a move here. He could only keep this score in mind.

Hamabe Umi watched the man's retreating figure, stood up, and muttered, "What a waste of my time."

She arrived at the shop entrance, closed the roller shutter, turned around, stretched, and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

As soon as she turned around, she bumped into a familiar figure.

She immediately bowed respectfully: "Lord Death."

"Hmm." Han Chuan You nodded in response. "Have a lot of people been looking for me lately?"

Hamabe Umi picked up the thermos next to her and poured a cup of tea for the other person.

“There are many. Four groups of people have arrived today, all looking for the adults. Judging from their words and actions, there should be two groups of assassins.”

Having been exposed to intelligence work since childhood, Hamabe Umika's eyesight is exceptionally sharp, allowing her to roughly determine a person's profession based solely on their demeanor and a few details.

Han Chuanyou nodded in satisfaction, picked up the paper cup, and the Shura Mask moved up automatically. He took a sip of tea.

Hamabe Uika was initially surprised by the scene, but then her gaze fell on the lower half of the other person's face.

Even though only her mouth was visible, she could still glean a lot of information from it.

Her skin had a healthy glow, her jawline was sharp and defined, and her lips were equally rosy.

The Grim Reaper is surprisingly young, and perhaps even quite handsome.

The scene of him punching her so hard she almost lost control of her bladder suddenly flashed through her mind; the excruciating pain was still fresh in her memory.

But if the person behind this face did it... it doesn't seem so hard to accept.

Her curiosity about the true face of Death grew stronger.

Han Chuanyou put down the paper cup, closed his mask again, and looked up at her:

"Have you finished organizing the information from these past few days?"

Hamabe Umi immediately composed herself and nodded, saying, "It's all organized and printed out."

There are many undercover agents in the Tokyo Dark Light Society. As the head of a branch, it wasn't too difficult for her to mobilize resources to find out where those people were. Within a few days, the list was basically finalized.

She took a stack of documents from under the counter and handed them over with both hands:

"However, some more cautious and professional assassins may not have accurate information."

"A general overview is enough." Han Chuanyou took the document and flipped through it casually. "Well done."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a slight thought, the stack of papers in his hand vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed.

Hamabe Umiho has gradually become accustomed to this elusive method, but every time she sees it with her own eyes, she is still filled with an indescribable shock.

Inside a somewhat secluded hotel in Arakawa Ward.

Juan returned to his hotel room on the fifth floor, at the very back, with a somber expression.

Inside, there are three people sitting on sofas or chairs.

"Juan, what's wrong? Any news about the Grim Reaper?"

"What a load of crap! It's really bad luck that a single piece of news can sell for two hundred thousand dollars. That stinky woman even looks down on us Filipinos."

"what?"

Antonio Mendoza, who was sitting by the window, suddenly sat up straight.

Of the group, he was the one who loved his country the most and resolutely supported all the country's decisions.

Just like the Philippines recently, which has been jumping around excitedly, repeatedly testing the red line under the instigation of the United States, and the domestic public opinion has been stirred up to the extreme. Last time, he directly killed the undercover agent because he discovered the nationality of the agent.

In his mind, as long as the Philippines clings to the United States, it will eventually take off and become the leading power in Southeast Asia.

As for that country, in his view, it was a thorn in the side of the Philippines, the culprit that was hindering their progress.

"Do islanders have the right to look down on us? Aren't they just America's dogs too? Wagging their tails behind their master, and they actually feel superior?"

His tone carried an almost obsessive anger, directed not only at Haiho Binbian, but also at everyone he perceived as looking down on the Philippines.

"That woman must pay the price."

"Alright, stop arguing."

The bald man, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

"The information about Death is important. Since we can't get any information, let's lure him out. Isn't he supposed to be the one who likes to punish evil people? Let's deliberately create a few violent incidents, and he'll come knocking on our door."

"Too."

Juan's eyes lit up.

The group gradually calmed down and began to discuss their next steps.

Just as they were discussing how to arrange things, a figure suddenly appeared in the room.

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Han Chuan You had noticed it when he went to Binbian Haihe's place, and deliberately had the paper puppet follow behind Juan. After leaving Binbian Haihe's place, he followed.

The cast for tonight has been decided.

The men's hearts skipped a beat, and they instinctively reached for the weapons at their waists.

But just as they were about to make a move, they suddenly found themselves unable to move, and only their mouths could express their panic at that moment.

"grim Reaper?!"

Juan instantly recognized the man's features, his voice trembling slightly.

He now understood why the Grim Reaper's price was so high.

With such bizarre methods, is the other party even human? This bounty is practically sending someone to their death.

"It's me," Han Chuanyou said calmly. "Enjoy the time ahead and remember to behave well."

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, like a director calling "action."

"Action".

Before they could finish speaking, the scene before them suddenly collapsed. The hotel's walls, floors, and ceilings were wiped away as if by an invisible hand, replaced by an endless, scorching desert.

The heatwave distorted the air, the sand felt like fire underfoot, and the sun overhead was unbelievably large, scorching every inch of skin.

There was not a breath of wind in the air, only an extreme dryness and stillness. The distant horizon swayed in the heat, making it impossible to tell whether it was sand dunes or an illusion.

"Where am I?!"

Juan staggered two steps, the sand beneath his feet sinking into the ground, his shoes covered by the surrounding quicksand. The scorching temperature was truly outrageous; his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, which was then dried by the heat.

Antonio looked around, his eyes filled with terror.

He took out his phone, but there was no signal at all.

"What the hell is going on?!"

An aura of death inexplicably enveloped the group. Their voices echoed through the vast desert, leaving only a deathly silence.

The bald man, Renato, remained relatively calm. He drew his pistol and fired three shots into the air, trying to attract the attention of those around him.

Seeing that there was no movement around him, he lowered his head, trying to find footprints or any other identifiable traces, but suddenly, he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

The sand in the distance began to arch slightly.

It felt like something was moving slowly underground. Grains of sand slid down from the ridge, leaving a winding trail that stretched toward them, growing faster and faster.

"What is that?!"

Juan also noticed it and pointed to the mark to remind everyone.

The next second, the sand exploded, and a huge, ring-shaped maw with sharp teeth shot up from the ground and bit down on the upper body of Renato, who was in front of it.

Blood and bits of flesh spurted from between his teeth. His legs, still on the ground, twitched twice before collapsing limply.

"what!!"

One of them was terrified and frantically fired at the giant mouth. The bullets pierced the worm's body, splattering green pus, but did nothing to stop it.

The giant worm swallowed Renato's upper body whole, and its massive body emerged completely from the sand. It was seven or eight meters long and covered with a rough carapace, looking like an earthworm magnified countless times.

"Desert worms! Desert worms!"

Antonio instantly thought of a movie he had seen a long time ago.

His voice trembled as he frantically pulled out the grenade. Just then, another worm scurried out from under the sand and lunged at him. He bit off the safety ring, threw the grenade into the giant mouth, and then collapsed to the side.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded inside the worm's body, raining down green pus and bits of flesh. The worm's body was split in two, the upper half still writhing in pain, while the lower half lay limp on the sand, yellow bodily fluid gushing from the broken ends, emitting a nauseating stench.

"Dead! Killed!"

Juan shouted with ecstasy.

"Good job!"

But before he could finish speaking, his smile froze on his face. The sand in the distance began to bulge out in large areas, and in the vast sand dunes, one worm after another emerged from the ground. Some were only two or three meters long, while others were twice the size of the one from before.

"Run! Run!!"

Antonio was startled and turned to run.

The group ran forward desperately, the sand beneath their feet soft and hot, each step feeling like walking on hot coals. Behind them, the army of sandworms chased after them at an astonishing speed, leaving countless parallel furrows on the sand.

The last runner glanced back and saw a giant worm leap out of the sand, open its enormous mouth, and swallow his entire upper body.

His legs thrashed and struggled outside, but to no avail. In the end, his entire body was dragged into the ground, leaving only a constantly collapsing sand pit.

The remaining two heard the scream, turned around, and saw this scene. They quickened their pace even more, wishing they had two more legs.

They ran for an unknown amount of time, and just when they were about to despair, a huge rock appeared in front of them, as big as a house, standing alone in the desert.

"Climb up! Hurry up!"

Antonio rushed onto the rock and desperately climbed upwards, using both his hands and feet.

Juan followed closely behind and climbed up. They collapsed onto the rocks, panting heavily, their bodies soaked in sweat.

The sandworms below the rock stopped a few meters away from it, raising their heads and slowly swimming around the rock.