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

Further investigation revealed that the fatal wounds on the three victims remained suspicious, appearing to have been pierced by a sharp weapon, with a piercing mark also found on the car body, which was completely different from previous knife wounds.

Is it some kind of new weapon?

He doesn't understand.

With the investigation concluded, Tanaka Tsukasa waved to his men, preparing to leave.

"Please have Chief Fujimoto preserve the evidence. Someone will come and take it to Yokota Base for research. I will report this case. Your officers bravely stopped a kidnapping of foreign workers. The news will report on your heroic actions."

"No problem, no problem."

A smile instantly appeared on Fujimoto Hidemasa's face.

In retrospect, Death has actually played a positive role for the Metropolitan Police Department, at least in solving more cases than before.

The various murders that have occurred in recent days, after investigation, have almost all been attributed to the Metropolitan Police Department, which has to some extent quelled public resentment.

Of course, this is under the condition that the interests of the upper echelons are not threatened.

The two sides were caught in a delicate balance for a time, and no one knew when that balance would be broken again.

Minato Ward, Roppongi.

Masahito Kurokawa woke up in the spacious room.

As soon as he propped himself up, the two maids by the bed immediately bowed forward, one kneeling skillfully at the edge of the bed while the other reached out to support his back.

Kurokawa Masahito turned around and stepped barefoot onto the servant's back. Another servant then picked up slippers and carefully put them on him. From getting up to standing, he didn't need to move a single finger.

Although the steps were tedious, Masahito Kurokawa really enjoyed the feeling of stepping on others.

The Aomori Group, under the Kurokawa family, started with shipping. Although it has only been around for a century, it controls almost 30 percent of the island nation's shipping. In addition, it is involved in some heavy industries and energy sectors. Countless politicians are associated with the Aomori Group and have deep ties with them.

This is the source of his confidence that he has transcended ordinary people.

In his eyes, those people at the bottom of society were no longer a species like him.

He got up and walked to the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, he didn't even have to lift a finger; a servant would kneel beside him and take care of everything for him.

He squinted, enjoying the feeling of being served, as if he were an emperor from ancient times.

"Wash the genitals first," he casually instructed.

"Yes." The servant immediately bowed obediently and served him attentively.

Another servant picked up a toothbrush and began to wash him.

Five minutes later, Masahito Kurokawa arrived at the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant, Kurokawa Masahito's son, Kurokawa Mitsuo, was sitting at the table.

"Father, are we going hunting today?"

Masahito Kurokawa sat down in the main seat, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, another batch of new prey has arrived."

Masahito Kurokawa inherited the entire conglomerate from his father, and in the prime of his life, he had already tasted all the luxuries in the world.

Ordinary stimuli, such as fine wine, women, and luxury cars, no longer arouse his interest in the slightest.

Only when hunting, witnessing bloodshed and seeing prey struggling and howling under the gun, can he rekindle the most primal hunting instinct in his genes.

When the prey under the gun is no longer a wild beast, but a living person, the thrill of controlling the life and death of others and being above all things becomes even more captivating.

"I can't wait."

Mitsuo Kurokawa took a big bite of steak and put it in his mouth, his anticipation growing. As the son of a zaibatsu, he was certainly not a good boy.

Like father, like son. He was taken to a private hunting ground by his father when he was fifteen, and he still remembers the excitement of pulling the trigger for the first time.

Now that he's just come of age, his marksmanship is already quite proficient, and he's confident he can take down all of today's prey.

"Today we also have distinguished guests from American tycoons, and your other uncles will also be there."

Masahito Kurokawa picked up his coffee and gently blew on it to cool it down.

"This hunt is also to entertain these guests, so as not to embarrass the Kurokawa family."

"Don't worry, Father."

Mitsuo Kurokawa clenched his fist, a cruel glint in his eyes. He was already imagining his prey falling in the crosshairs.

Just then, Masahito Kurokawa's confidant, Hiroshi Matsuo, strode into the restaurant.

His expression was somewhat solemn at this moment. He bowed slightly to Kurokawa Masahito and said, "Master, one of the people who helped us find prey last night has died."

Kurokawa Masahito paused in his actions.

"According to the information sent back from the police station, the person who did it... is very likely Death himself."

The atmosphere in the restaurant fell silent, and Mitsuo Kurokawa's excited expression froze on his face.

Kurokawa Masahito put down his coffee cup, his face darkening, but his eyes showed little fear, more of annoyance at having his enjoyment interrupted.

Recently, the so-called Grim Reaper has been causing quite a stir in Tokyo, using the guise of punishing evil to keep those with guilty consciences up all night. I've even heard that some people have been so frightened that they've fled abroad.

As for why he's still enjoying breakfast in his mansion in Roppongi, he naturally has plenty of confidence.

In the public eye, he is a renowned philanthropist who has donated to build hospitals and funded schools. As for his shady dealings behind the scenes, it's nothing more than his small hobby of hunting.

This hobby is of course not known to the public, and only a few like-minded friends in the circle know about it. The secrecy has always been kept very tight.

The hunting grounds were not located on the island nation's mainland, but on a private island in the Pacific Ocean. It was his exclusive hunting paradise, completely unknown to outsiders.

The Grim Reaper's activities seem to be limited to Tokyo, making it unlikely that he would travel across the ocean to investigate the secrets of a small island.

Moreover, Kurokawa Masahito picked up his coffee, took a slow sip, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The presence of Death actually makes this game more exciting, doesn't it?

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "Are those people reliable?"

"We've already checked. The prey delivery locations are scattered in several places. The deliverymen don't know the exact location of the yacht, and there's no sign that Death is tracking us."

"That's good." Kurokawa Masahito nodded, picked up his knife and fork again, cut off a small piece of fried egg, and put it in his mouth. "Everything as usual. Just to be on the safe side, arrange more security personnel today. Absolutely no mistakes can be made."

"Yes."

Matsuo Hiroshi bowed and retreated.

……

The Hanchuan family.

Han Chuanyou got up and went to the window. With a "whoosh," he pulled back the curtains, and sunlight shone through the window onto his face. He couldn't help but squint.

It's another beautiful day.

It's Saturday, no school, even better.

"Good morning, Yu-kun."

Yukinoshita Yuri was holding several pieces of clothing in her arms, as if she was about to hang them out to dry.

The morning breeze ruffled her long hair that fell over her shoulders, and the hem of her plain-colored loungewear dress swayed in the wind at her knees, revealing her fair and delicate legs.

Han Chuanyou opened the window and responded.

"Good morning, Miss Lily."

Recalling the previous "humiliating" scene, Han Chuanyou's expression was slightly strange.

Seeing the boy looking at the clothes in her arms, Yukinoshita Yuri's beautiful face showed an embarrassed expression:

"It's not in here, if you're curious, Yu-kun."

Yukinoshita Yuri took a step back, gently lifting the hem of her nightgown to reveal her fair thighs and pale purple lace fabric.

Pressing down with your fingertips, the soft curve sinks in slightly, warming your heart.

You're too kind.

This kind of thing happening so early in the morning reminded Han Chuanyou of a classic character from Narushio.

"Um..." Yukinoshita Yuri lowered her skirt, her cheeks flushed with an alluring blush. She raised her hand, made an OK sign, and waved it. "Is this what you want?"

"Let's talk about it later..."

Han Chuanyou bowed slightly.

The contrast between the way such perverted words are spoken in such a gentle and shy tone is unbearable.

Seeing the boy turn and leave, Yukinoshita Yuri touched her legs together and let out a pleasant nasal sound.

After Han Chuanyou went downstairs to wash up, the scene from earlier resurfaced in her mind.

This is unbelievable... He really doesn't know how to deal with a perverted woman of this caliber.

Mizuki hadn't gotten up yet, so I had to bother her.

Han Chuan You went back upstairs and opened Mei Yue's door: "Mei Yue, why aren't you up yet? I'm starving."

Inside the room, morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow on the floor.

"Let me sleep a little longer, there's bread in the fridge..."

Han Chuan Mei Yue casually responded, turned over, and tried to continue sleeping. The summer quilt only covered her stomach, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Her short pajama bottoms barely reached mid-thigh, and as she turned slightly to the side, they rolled up, revealing her long, slender legs that gleamed with a warm, jade-like luster in the dim light. Her ankles were delicate, her toes were slightly curled, and her nails, painted with cherry-colored nail polish, resembled five tiny cherries, making them look incredibly tempting.

Han Chuanyou stood by the bed, looking at Meiyue's defenseless sleeping posture, and couldn't help but sigh.

One by one, they're testing his willpower so early in the morning; he'll probably have a hard time being a decent person today.

So, he stopped being human and started being a pervert.

"Mizuki, I'm really hungry now."

He pressed down on it directly.

Han Chuan Mei Yue groggily opened her eyes, turned her face away from his mouth, and asked in a tone that was lazy from just waking up and a little reproachful, "What do you want to do now?"

Han Chuanyou didn't answer, but lowered his head and kissed her lips, while one hand reached under her back.

The palm rests against the delicate, smooth skin, following the spine; the warm touch is irresistible.

"Mizuki, that's good."

"But I'm not feeling well."

Feeling her heart being constantly pried open, Han Chuan Mei Yue couldn't help but reach out and pinch his waist.

"Get out of the way."

Although he said that, he didn't actually push it away with his hand.

This brat... so energetic so early in the morning.

Finally, all she could do was raise her hand to her forehead and close her eyes.

The two embraced for an unknown amount of time.

Han Chuan Mei Yue's breathing was intermittent, and it took her a while to calm down.

"You brat, are you afraid I'll have it easy?"

"I can't help it, Meiyue, you're such a beauty, you're always in front of me, how can I stand it?"

Han Chuanyou sat up and remained seated on her soft lap.

Han Chuan Mei Yue's breathing gradually calmed down. She propped herself up and glared at him with her charming peach blossom eyes: "Get down. Luckily, the sun is strong today."

"okay."

Han Chuanyou rolled over and got out of bed, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Chapter 169 A Heartbroken Mizuki, The Hunt Begins

Today, breakfast at the Hanchuan family didn't start until almost ten o'clock.

Han Chuan Meiyue sat at the dining table, stirring her coffee. She put down her spoon, took a sip to calm her agitated mind, and finally spoke:

"From now on, you can't come into my room in the morning."

I almost got broken through by that brat.

I could easily lose my job if I'm not careful, but thankfully the expensive clothes are worth it and are of very good quality.