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

Two smaller single-edged swords separate from the sides, like miniature versions of the Tang Dynasty's horizontal sword, with a slender shape, while in the middle is a long, thin sword with sharp lines.

Three swords hovered above his palm and slowly rotated.

This is the first form of the Shadow of the Awesome, which can be used as a small hidden weapon, making it silent and difficult to defend against.

Immediately afterward, another thought crossed his mind.

The three swords rejoined and merged into one, then rapidly expanded, their blades lengthening and widening, transforming into a broadsword over three feet long.

The sword has an ancient and grand appearance, with a bluish-gold aura of spiritual energy flowing across its surface, revealing its sharp edge.

This is the complete form of the Shadow.

Whether used as a flying sword to attack enemies or for flying on a sword, it is perfectly suited.

He smiled with satisfaction. Sword cultivators are so cool. Just the sight of that sword hanging behind him elevates their aura by several levels.

The shadowy figure shrank instantly and was stored in his storage ring.

Today was quite fruitful.

Chapter 167 A Frenzied Flag Planting, A Gang to Capture Their Prey

Night falls.

Edogawa Ward, with the largest population of all wards in Tokyo, also ranks among the top three in the total number of cases every year. It is also a major area for foreign workers, accounting for more than ten percent of the total, making it a mixed bag of people.

In a sparsely populated alley, a small van was parked on the side of the road.

Two men in black carried a large black bag, which was bulging and a human figure could be vaguely seen inside. The other man opened the trunk and patted the side panel, signaling them to hurry up.

"Be gentle, don't make such a loud noise."

Kazuo Kakuta glanced around warily.

"You know, it's so dangerous right now, and we're still doing these things. Won't we get targeted by Death?"

Kume slammed the trunk shut, chuckled, and nonchalantly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Tokyo is so big, how easy is it to run into someone like that? Once I finish this job, I'll have another three million. What's a mere Grim Reaper? I've already decided, after I finish this job, I'll marry my girlfriend."

It is said that when the profit margin reaches 100%, some people will dare to trample on all laws, let alone this kind of business with no capital, which is enough to make them forget the existence of death and risk their lives.

"Getting married? Congratulations. I'm planning to retire from this life after this job, at least to tone it down for now. Damn, with Death around, the risks are too great."

The driver, Takeshi Tanikawa, smiled as he opened the cab door, stepped on the foot pedal, glanced at the black bag behind him, and couldn't help but mutter:

"I really don't understand why these rich people want to play like this. If they want to hunt, they should go to Africa to hunt lions and elephants. It's much more interesting and safer than hunting real people. Why do they have to do this?"

"The world of the rich is none of our business. Hurry up, my wife is waiting for me to come home."

Kazuo Kakuta dusted off his hands, opened the car door, and urged them on.

"Get in the car quickly. Once we get them to Tokyo Bay, that's it. We're done with that."

As Tanikawa started the car engine, the headlights illuminated the road ahead, and what followed was a strange figure dressed in a black robe.

The gold and red Shura mask gleamed exquisitely under the light, exuding a strange sense of holiness amidst its ferocity.

"That's... Death... Death God?!"

The people inside the car shuddered violently.

Kume Shoichi, in the passenger seat, suddenly narrowed his pupils.

Although he verbally disdains the Grim Reaper, it's just empty talk before he encounters him. He's been causing trouble in Tokyo for so long and hasn't been taken down yet. There are even rumors that he possesses some kind of strange ability. He doesn't want to meet him no matter what.

"Quick, rush over there and run him over!"

Kume Shoichi immediately shouted.

Inside the vehicle, the sturdy exterior gave the group a great sense of security.

If you can't win, you can always escape, right?

Without hesitation, Tanikawa stepped on the gas.

They've done all that dirty work for those people for so many years; they're no pushovers.

The engine roared, and the car suddenly accelerated, the speedometer reading instantly reaching over thirty miles per hour, and it continued to accelerate, heading straight for the figure in front of it.

To the astonishment of the people in the car, Death didn't even flinch; instead, he simply raised his hand as if to block them.

Are you kidding me? Are you looking to die?

They soon realized they were completely wrong.

The moment the hood touched his hand, it dented like a soda can that had been easily crushed.

Immediately afterwards, the car seemed to crash into a steel wall. The front of the car suddenly lurched, the airbags deployed, and the people inside were thrown forward, only to be pulled back by the seatbelts.

What the hell?! The people scrambling inside the car endured the pain of the impact, their minds reeling. Was this even human?

The car stopped, but the tires continued to spin, screeching against the ground.

Han Chuan You punched the car so hard that it stalled completely.

A physique tempered by lightning tribulations is comparable to that of a monster.

This scene terrified the people inside the car.

Han Chuanyou walked to the car door, grasped the door handle, and with a slight force, pulled the car door down and threw it aside with a clatter.

"Why are you in such a hurry to run away? What bad thing have you done?"

The people inside the car were terrified. They finally understood why the Metropolitan Police Department had been unable to subdue this man for so long.

Seeing that they remained silent, a small sword about the length of a palm appeared out of thin air in Han Chuanyou's hand, its blade shimmering with azure-gold spiritual light.

With a thought, the small sword immediately split into three. Two hung at his sides, while one transformed into a streak of light, instantly piercing the forehead of Kazuo Kakuta, who was about to draw his gun in the back row.

"I'll let you speak."

Blood and brain matter spurted from the back of Kazuo Kakuta's head, splashing onto the rear window. His body stiffened for a moment, the pistol he had just pulled out fell under the seat, and his body gradually went limp. His eyes were open, and extreme fear was frozen on his face.

The other two, seeing this out of the corner of their eyes, trembled even more violently.

Their miraculous methods were completely beyond their comprehension.

Tanikawa Takeshi quickly spoke up:

"Lord Death, we were wrong. We...we were just helping our superiors find prey. We don't know the specifics."

"prey……"

The small sword that pierced the man's forehead flew around once and returned to Han Chuanyou's side, circling him lightly.

Immediately afterwards, another sword transformed into a golden-blue streak of light and flew out, piercing through Tanikawa Takeshi's chest and leaving a cloud of blood mist.

"Ugh..."

Tanikawa cried out in agony, clutching his chest, as death instantly gripped his heart.

Hanchuan You looked at Kume Shoichi: "You continue to add."

“Lord Death, I…I really don’t know. We were only contacted by a middleman. We were responsible for delivering the person to Tokyo Bay, but they haven’t told us the exact location yet…”

Kume Shoichi was so frightened that he became incoherent, fearing that he would be next.

"Spare me, Lord Death, I will never dare to do it again."

"Really? Why didn't you say so earlier..."

The last sword pierced Kume Shoichi's neck.

Kume Shoichi's plea for mercy came to an abrupt halt, leaving only a gasp. He clutched his neck, trying to stop the bleeding, but blood continued to spurt from between his fingers.

The wails inside the car gradually subsided.

He had his own ways of getting specific information; his questioning just now was merely an attempt to torment these people.

[You have obtained the following loot by eliminating the demon's minions: 40 mid-grade spirit stones and 4 soul crystals]

Han Chuanyou went to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and unzipped the black bag. Inside, a man with a Southeast Asian appearance was lying.

He had heard everything those guys said clearly.

They treat people like prey to hunt and kill... They really only target these people who come to work in foreign countries.

Han Chuanyou infused a trace of spiritual energy into the man's body, neutralizing the anesthetic.

He glanced again at the small sword that was floating and spinning around him.

Not bad, first time seeing blood, pretty cool.

The three swords merged into one, and then quickly grew larger, becoming a broad-bladed longsword with a blade about three fingers wide.

Han Chuanyou stepped onto the sword, channeling his spiritual energy into it. The sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry, before carrying him into the air and soaring into the night sky.

High in the sky, the wind rushed into my collar, making my robes flutter loudly.

Below me lay the boundless lights of Tokyo, towering buildings, and traffic flowing like ribbons of light.

Han Chuanyou rode his sword, weaving between buildings, sometimes rapidly ascending, sometimes tumbling and plunging down. The sense of control was more direct and exhilarating than that of a celestial boat.

If the Immortal Boat is likened to a private jet or a luxury car, then the Flying Sword is a motorcycle, or rather, a wild horse without reins, with an extremely strong sense of control. Every turn and acceleration brings a unique push-back feeling, making people exclaim with delight.

The only downside is the speed.

The Immortal Boat can easily exceed 2,000 kilometers per hour at full speed, while the Shadow Cruise can only reach a maximum speed of 200 kilometers per hour. After the spiritual power is released, the speed can reach 300 kilometers per hour, and the consumption will increase sharply.

But compared to the Xianzhou, it's much more economical.

Han Chuanyou stepped on his sword, gliding past the side of Tokyo Tower, then sweeping across the brightly lit Ginza district, and sped towards Tokyo Port.

Soon, Han Chuan You spotted a small yacht moored in the harbor.

He scanned the yacht with his divine sense and saw seven or eight people bound to a small room inside the lower deck, still unconscious. He could also detect some guards on the yacht, disguised as ordinary crew members and carrying guns on their waists.

Besides foreign workers, the kidnapped people should also include some marginalized locals, such as homeless people. The disappearance of a few will have little impact on the Metropolitan Police Department.

Rescuing them one by one would be too troublesome, and it would easily alert the enemy.

After a moment of deduction, Han Chuanyou figured out the approximate destination of the yacht.

These people are not in immediate danger, so we can wait.

He planned to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

These tycoons really know how to seek thrills. They treat these lower-class people like livestock, putting them on some small island for gentlemen dressed as hunters and carrying rifles to aim at and have fun.

For them, hunting human beings is probably much more exciting than hunting lions and elephants.

He frowned, his murderous intent towards these people growing even stronger.

Then we'll see who among you will be the prey.

……

Tanaka Tsukasa received a notification from the Komatsugawa Police Station regarding a suspicious case that might be related to the Grim Reaper.

Tanaka Tsukasa arrived at the police station and was then taken to the station's parking lot.

When Fujimoto Hidemasa, the chief of the Komatsugawa Police Station, saw him coming, he immediately beamed with joy.

After the Metropolitan Police Department's attitude towards the Grim Reaper changed, this case involving the Grim Reaper could very well be a publicity stunt for the Komatsugawa Police Station.

He gestured to the police officer next to him.

A police officer stepped forward and briefly explained the case, which involved the kidnapping of a foreign worker and the detection of sedatives in the complainant's body.

Then comes the most important part of the case.

"Inspector Tanaka, look at the front of this car. The fist mark on it is very complete. It's unbelievable. To achieve this level of force, it must have required a lot of strength."

Are there any skin flakes left on it?

"The forensic team has checked, but they didn't find it."

This was also within Tanaka Tsukasa's expectations.

He frowned, pondered for a moment, and realized that compared to those miraculous methods, the impact of this kind of human strength was much more direct.

The theory about super soldiers has been further confirmed, but can the human body really withstand this level of impact?

It's still unbelievable.

Chapter 168: Philanthropist and Hunter, I Want to Be a Psychopath