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

All eyes turned to him, and the stall owner felt as if countless voices were warning him: Sell it to her!

"One hundred it is, take it."

The stall owner waved his hand, looking helpless.

Cute girls are usually easier to soften people's hearts, and it's easy to feel guilty if you don't agree.

"Thank you, boss!"

Takahashi Haruna was overjoyed, put her hands together, and sweetly thanked her.

After buying the carrots, she picked up a bag of potatoes and made an eight with her fingers.

"How about eighty?"

Seeing that the stall owner's smile had frozen, Han Chuanyou helplessly tugged at her sleeve: "Let's look at other stalls."

So you see others are easy to talk to, so you just pick one to fleece them?

"Okay, let's go to another place."

Takahashi Haruna was quite obedient to advice.

Han Chuanyou followed her as she swept through various stalls, watching her use all sorts of large knives to cut the stall owners.

Finally, Takahashi Haruna returned home laden with a bag of ingredients, grinning and revealing a row of small white teeth: "Nice! I saved a full eight hundred yen."

The two walked side by side toward home.

"As expected of you, you're a master at bargaining."

Takahashi Haruna raised her chin, very proudly: "Of course, when my family was struggling financially, we saved every penny we could. Aunt Yuri is also good at bargaining, but not as good as me."

Han Chuanyou recalled their previous situation and couldn't help but soften her heart: "Alright, I don't need you to treat me to ice cream anymore, I'll treat you."

Really?

Takahashi Haruna's eyes widened in disbelief.

"of course."

"Let's go, there's a convenience store up ahead."

Takahashi Haruna quickened her pace.

After buying ice cream for Takahashi Haruna, Kazukawa Yu bought a can of cola.

He opened it with a "plop," took a sip, and exclaimed how refreshing it was.

"Yu, hold this for me, I don't have a free hand to eat ice cream, hehe."

Takahashi Haruna gestured to the bag in her arms.

Han Chuan You reluctantly accepted it, tucking one hand under his armpit. Only then did Takahashi Haruna free her hands, eagerly tearing open the wrapping paper and sticking out her pink tongue to lick it in small sips.

She squinted her eyes and adorably shrank her neck: "Mmm~ It's so cool~"

On their way back, the two suddenly heard a noisy commotion ahead.

Han Chuanyou looked up and saw a large group of people walking towards him on the road. The attire of the group at the head of the group made his eyes darken instantly.

A man in a dingy green old-fashioned military uniform, holding a replica gun, swaggered and blocked a lane.

The flags bore large, inflammatory right-wing slogans such as "Protest against the sanctions imposed by our neighbors...", "Restore the glory of the empire", and "Reconstruct the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere".

It was also interspersed with glaring slogans such as "War on the neighbor" and "Strengthen military power".

Han Chuanyou knew that these right-wing forces had been on the rise recently, but he didn't expect them to be so arrogant as to dare to take to the streets to protest.

"These guys are awful! Do they want to get the island nation beaten up again?"

Haruna Takahashi licked her ice cream and found these people's behavior disgusting.

"Who knows what's going on in these people's heads?"

Han Chuanyou's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on those people.

[The Demon Lord's loyal followers have been discovered spreading fallacies and sowing discord among the people. As disciples of a righteous sect, you must act swiftly...]

Eiji Ueda walked at the front of the group, head held high and chest out, with firm steps.

As the organizer of the march, he felt not embarrassment at the strange or indifferent looks from passersby, but rather a great sense of satisfaction.

He was a core member of the Shinkokusha, an organization that has always believed in the supremacy of the Emperor and that the islanders are the most superior race on Earth. They also believe that the history of aggression was fabricated and made up in order to help their neighbors live a better life.

They have never reflected on their countless crimes, but stubbornly believe that the reason they failed back then was because the United States interfered.

With the international situation changing rapidly, they are even more eager to make moves, wanting the island nation to break free from the leash of the United States, promote military expansion, and rebuild the empire into one of the top powers in Asia, repeating its former glory.

Of course, as a non-governmental organization, they are inevitably funded by political forces. Their existence is essentially aimed at exacerbating ethnic conflicts, inciting populist sentiments, and thus maintaining the declining approval ratings of the current cabinet.

The recent appearance of the Grim Reaper has fueled growing public discontent with the government.

Therefore, they need to stand up and use these slogans to divert public attention.

Throughout today's march, the police officers who usually disperse excessive protests have all mysteriously disappeared.

Eiji Ueda smiled knowingly. The Metropolitan Police Department needed them to divert attention, so naturally they wouldn't disturb their patrol.

Han Chuanyou watched the group walk further and further away, plotting how to take them out without anyone noticing.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He continued walking with Hina without making a sound, while simultaneously visualizing the slowly rotating stars in his mind's eye and beginning to deduce their workings.

Hina was still rambling on about those people, while Hanchuan You would occasionally respond, glancing around at the scenery.

The flow of traffic, the pedestrians on the roadside, and the far-right group walking away.

Soon, a glint of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up, as if he had seen a satisfactory result.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the Coke in his hand. As he passed the alley entrance, he flicked his wrist, and the empty can flew precisely into the trash can against the wall.

"Bang!"

The sound of the can hitting the side of the bucket startled the stray cat that was rummaging for food inside.

"Meow!"

A stray cat darted out of a trash can and onto the street.

A middle-aged woman walking her Shiba Inu was startled by a stray cat that suddenly rushed out. The Shiba Inu, which was beside her, was also startled and broke free of its collar, running into the road.

"Soybeans!" The middle-aged woman exclaimed in shock, holding the empty dog ​​leash.

Two cars were driving normally from the other side of the road, followed by a small truck.

The butterfly then flapped its wings.

Chapter 157 Yu-kun, you didn't want this either...

The drivers of the two cars in front noticed the Shiba Inu suddenly darting into the traffic lane and reacted quickly, slamming on their brakes instantly. The tires screeched against the asphalt, leaving a skid mark on the road.

The small truck behind them wasn't so lucky; it couldn't avoid the collision and crashed straight into the car in front.

"soy!"

The middle-aged woman immediately stepped forward, picked up her dog, and repeatedly apologized to the blocked traffic.

The truck driver looked helpless, got out of the truck with his phone to take pictures, and prepared to report the accident to his insurance company.

Several dressing mirrors being transported in the truck bed tilted upon impact, with their surfaces facing the direction of another street.

The dazzling sunlight was reflected by the mirror, turning into a bright spot of light that precisely shone into the crane cab of the newly built building on the other side of the intersection.

The operator was blinded by the sudden bright light and instinctively reached out to shield his eyes. The control lever in his hand was pushed into a blind spot, and the steel beam, which was slowly coming to a stop, suddenly spun around, causing the hook to swing wildly in mid-air.

At that moment, the far-right marching group turned the corner and entered the road beneath the crane, their slogans still loud, completely unaware of the impending death.

The crane operator noticed something was wrong and tried to make adjustments, but it was too late.

In his horrified gaze, whether it was due to improper binding or the steel exceeding the wire rope's load-bearing limit, the wire rope binding the pile of steel pipes broke off amidst violent shaking.

The first steel pipe fell, followed by the second, the third, and finally, the entire bundle of steel pipes cascaded down from a height of tens of meters like spears.

A passerby taking photos with his phone inadvertently raised the lens, and through the viewfinder, he saw a death crisis falling from the sky.

"Danger! Get out of the way!!" he kindly warned, but his voice was completely drowned out by the speakers.

Eiji Ueda vaguely sensed something unusual. He turned his head and saw several passersby pointing at the top of their heads and screaming in terror before scattering in all directions like madmen.

He slowly raised his head, the sunlight blocked by a huge shadow.

A thick, heavy steel pipe was thrusting straight at them.

"Get out of the way!!"

He shouted loudly, then immediately dodged to the side.

But his warning was too late.

The first steel pipe, like a spear hurled by a god, pierced through the deputy's head, penetrating his skull and chest cavity, and embedding itself deeply in the asphalt, pinning him to the spot.

Blood and brain matter splattered, and the man's body twitched twice on the steel pipe due to nerve reflexes.

The sudden bloodshed threw the group into chaos, with screams erupting everywhere.

They looked up and saw a scene of utter despair.

A dense array of steel pipes followed closely behind, falling one after another.

They immediately dropped their microphones and flags and scattered. The dense crowd made it more difficult for them to escape, and the people trampled each other, making it impossible to avoid the deadly area for a while.

A steel pipe weighing tens of kilograms, subjected to such gravitational acceleration, would result in either death or serious injury upon contact.

A man was impaled on the ground by a steel pipe that pierced his back, through his heart and lungs, and down his abdomen.

"Pfft!"

Another steel pipe pierced the back of a member who was trying to crawl under the car to hide, pinning him to the ground. He was then hit on the head by another steel pipe, his head exploding instantly in a gruesome manner.

"Bang!"

The steel pipe hit a streetlight and bounced off, hitting a member's instep. The bone in his foot was instantly shattered, causing him to scream in pain and fall to the ground. Immediately afterwards, another steel pipe pierced through his skull, silencing him instantly.

After all the steel pipes fell, blood pooled on the road, soaking the scattered military flags and banners, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Ueda Eiji's legs went weak, and he collapsed by the roadside flower bed. The steel pipe fell less than a meter away from him, and he narrowly escaped death.

But death never leaves anyone behind.

He struggled to get up and try to escape, but then he heard the sharp sound of tires screeching against the ground.

A truck carrying steel coils swerved to avoid a steel pipe. The cargo bed was full of steel coils. Due to the sudden braking, the center of gravity shifted and the entire truck tilted to the right and fell over.

A huge shadow loomed over him, and he stiffly turned his head as a rolling steel coil was about to crush him.

"no, do not want!!"

He fell to the ground and desperately crawled backward.

The truck crashed to the ground, sparks flying as it scraped against the earth. The cargo bed ran over his legs, and before he could even scream, the rolling steel coils followed, crushing him.

As is well known, there is an unwritten rule in the steel coil industry: whoever can carry a steel coil away by hand gets to keep it. Ueda Eiji obviously failed in his attempt.

He lay flat in the pool of blood, like dough rolled out by a rolling pin. The cargo bed continued to slide forward due to inertia, pulling the remaining protesters on the roadside under the vehicle.

The remaining rolling steel coils followed closely behind, crushing these people into thin pancakes one by one. Finally, with their remaining force, they slowly came to a stop by the roadside.

Such a horrific scene terrified passersby, turning their faces pale, and some even vomited on the spot.

Meanwhile, Han Chuan You and the others had already gone far away.

With ice cream in her mouth, Takahashi Haruna vaguely heard a noise behind her and couldn't help but turn her head to look, her mouth slurring:

What's that noise behind us?

Han Chuan You shrugged: "I don't know. Let's go home. Miss Lily is waiting for the ingredients to cook."

"Then let's hurry up." Takahashi Haruna quickened her pace.

Through the perspective of the paper puppet, Han Chuan You witnessed the horrific scene.

He finally understood the correct way to use the Great Evolution Heavenly Secret Technique.

This is the real Final Destination.

Silently and without warning, they create various coincidences to take the lives of one or even countless people, and those people will only think that it was all an accident.

But at this moment he felt dizzy and lightheaded, and felt that his spiritual sense had been slightly overused.