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

However, on the other hand, the fabric was actually a bit elastic, so to a certain extent, the two of them were intertwined, right?

Thinking of this, Han Chuan Meiyue felt her body go weak again.

I'm finding it harder and harder to stop this brat.

But she said she would wait a year, and that meant she would wait a year; this was the last line of defense she, as a police officer, had left for herself.

You must never commit a crime.

"why?"

Han Chuan You felt wronged.

"What do you think? You're getting more and more perverted. I never taught you any of this."

Han Chuanyou took a bite of bread. The bread wasn't even hot; it was still chilled from the refrigerator, but it still made her feel very hungry.

Han Chuan You chuckled twice, then let out his signature villainous laugh:

"You can't stop me, Mizuki. Just wait for me to break down the door, hehehea..."

Han Chuan Mei Yue took another sip of coffee and rolled her eyes at him: "I'll just lock the door when the time comes."

"Mizuki, are you trying to build a Maginot Line between us? You were holding me so tightly just now."

"Shut up! You want me to put you under the strictest control? Believe me or not, you won't be able to touch me again."

"I was wrong……"

Han Chuan You decisively admitted defeat.

Seeing that he immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake, Han Chuan Mei Yue gave a satisfied hum, and then earnestly instructed him:

"Young people need to be more restrained. I'm doing this for your own good, not to harm you. You'll have milk and bread."

"I understand."

Han Chuanyou nodded understandingly, picked up the glass and took a sip of milk, then looked at what was in front of her and said seriously.

"When can I drink Neinei, Mizuki's mother?"

"You're hopeless..."

Han Chuan Meiyue held her forehead with one hand, heartbroken.

I'm not a pervert myself, so how did I raise this guy to be so perverted?

……

After breakfast, Han Chuan You officially began his day of fooling around.

Walking down the street on a day off, there were couples going out shopping and families of three preparing for a picnic in the park, creating a harmonious scene.

Having just resolved the issue this morning, Han Chuanyou felt much better, and everything seemed pleasing to the eye.

But then I thought about what happened last night, and my mood suddenly soured again.

It's about time; it's time to set off and deal with those scumbags among scumbags, giving them an unforgettable lesson.

Han Chuanyou walked into an empty public restroom and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was on the rooftop of a building.

He summoned the celestial boat and leaped aboard.

The celestial vessel began to accelerate and soon disappeared into the horizon.

……

After breakfast, Masahito Kurokawa took his son to a private pier in Tokyo Bay.

A massive vessel was quietly moored at the dock.

This is a luxury yacht that is six or seven stories high. It is pure white, and its streamlined hull looks particularly magnificent in the morning light. You can vaguely see the swimming pool and helipad on the deck. It looks like a small palace floating on the sea.

Under the parasols by the pier, several of Kurokawa Masahito's familiar friends were already seated. They were all prominent figures in the island nation, either extremely wealthy or powerful, and two of them were even influential members of parliament.

The group was chatting quietly while holding champagne when they saw Kurokawa and his son arrive, and they all stood up to greet them.

In the center of the crowd, a blond, blue-eyed Western face stood out.

Frank Collins, the current head of the Collins family.

This family wields considerable influence in Wall Street's financial world, controlling several hedge funds and investment banks. They are considered one of the most powerful financial groups in the United States, with the interests of countless American politicians and big capitalists behind them.

Frank's trip to Tokyo was ostensibly to accompany the U.S. Treasury Secretary on a visit to the island nation to discuss the U.S. debt issue.

Anyone with eyes to see knows that this is an attempt to exert pressure, but the island nation still wants to cling to the United States, hoping to drag the US into the situation in order to deal with the escalating conflict.

However, after the visit, the finance minister did not linger for a moment and flew directly to Xia Country to accompany the president in higher-level talks, leaving the island nation in an extremely awkward position.

It is said that they went there for the so-called high-tech weapons, to show America's attitude, and at the same time, to sound out Xia Guo's opinion.

Frank stayed because his family business had little connection with Xia Guo.

This gave Masahito Kurokawa the opportunity to make connections.

Although the Aomori Foundation is no less powerful than most of the island nation's zaibatsu in terms of financial strength, it has only been around for a hundred years and cannot compare with the large families that have lasted for thousands of years. He had tried to integrate into those Chinese families, but due to his identity, he could never enter their inner circle.

He knew nothing about those so-called highbrow topics and could only stand by and smile awkwardly, unable to get a word in edgewise.

These experiences made him feel deeply inferior. No matter how rich he was, those arrogant Chinese still looked down on him.

But this is definitely not his problem; they are deliberately insulting him. He also has ambitions. These families have been able to last so long, so why can't his Kurokawa family?

If they could use this opportunity to curry favor with the United States, the Kurokawa family might be able to bring down those arrogant Chinese from their pedestals, and then make them fawn over the Kurokawa family.

Masahito Kurokawa nodded in acknowledgment and eagerly extended his hand to Frank:

“Mr. Collins, it’s a pleasure to meet you. This is my son.”

He turned to the side and introduced his son to the person next to him.

Collins smiled and nodded: "Hello, nice to meet you."

“Today’s hunting grounds will definitely satisfy you,” Kurokawa Masahito said in a low voice, “All the prey are freshly caught and very lively.”

Frank, being a member of the American financial elite circle, knew about today's event arrangements in advance. This kind of thing was nothing new in America, and it wasn't his first time participating.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Frank’s lips curled slightly. “I’ll let you see my marksmanship then. When the opportunity comes next time, I can recommend Mr. Kurokawa to come and play on our island over there. It will definitely broaden your horizons.”

Kurokawa Masahito's eyes lit up, realizing that he had indeed made a gain.

The island Frank mentioned is most likely the famous island.

Although it has already been exposed by the media, there are so many islands in the world that no one knows about. As long as the community exists, this kind of game will never end.

His smile widened even further:

"No problem, no problem, please."

He turned to the side and raised his hand, inviting him to board the ship.

Frank didn't stand on ceremony and strode up the gangway.

The group chatted and laughed as they boarded the deck. The yacht slowly sailed away from the harbor, its bow cutting through the sea, heading towards a little-known island far from the coast.

Chapter 170 The Grim Reaper's Cleansing Plan

On a small, unnamed island.

The entire island is covered with dense forests and is surrounded by a high-voltage power grid. From the air, you can see a few houses hidden among the trees.

At this moment, in a small wooden cabin in the woods, more than ten people who had fallen into a coma slowly woke up.

"Where is this place?"

Katsuaki Murai groaned, sat up straight, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and the strangers around him, his expression somewhat blank, his head still spinning.

He frowned and covered his forehead as he tried to recall.

Born in the countryside of Iwate, he came to Tokyo to make a living. His parents left early, and he struggled to survive in the big city all by himself. He finally found a stable job, but the company was later acquired, and he was laid off. He has been living a life of mediocrity ever since.

He was hungover from drinking last night, and when he woke up he found himself here, which left him no choice but to be terrified.

Was I kidnapped? Or was I taken to some experimental facility to be used for human experimentation?

The others gradually regained consciousness, behaving exactly like Katsuaki Murai.

"What's going on... I didn't drink any alcohol."

A middle-aged man in overalls next to me rubbed his forehead, his tone full of confusion.

"I clearly remember working the night shift at the convenience store, how did I end up here when I opened my eyes?"

"Could this be a kidnapping? I... I don't have any money."

After a brief conversation, they discovered that they had all fallen into a coma for various reasons and woke up to find themselves here.

"Calm down, let's look around first."

Katsuaki Murai took a deep breath and stood up. He had noticed the tall metal cabinet in the corner of the room long ago.

Being in this unknown environment, he felt inexplicably uneasy, gripped the handle of the metal cabinet, and carefully turned it.

When he opened the cabinet door, he was stunned by what was inside.

Inside were rows of guns of varying lengths, models, and extremely realistic designs, each equipped with a magazine.

"Why are there so many guns? What kind of place is this?"

The others were horrified by what they saw.

Katsuaki Murai swallowed hard, picked up a pistol, and felt its weight; it didn't feel fake.

Just then, a sudden voice came from the loudspeaker diagonally above:

"Welcome to the hunting grounds. Take any weapons from the cabinets. Try your best to survive today, and there will be rewards waiting for you. As the prey, please try to escape, or you can choose to fight back. Now, the game begins..."

"You're kidnapping us! I don't want to play any games! Let us go back right now."

The man in overalls shouted loudly, but there was no response from the loudspeaker.

Katsuaki Murai tried loading the gun, fumbled around for a bit, released the safety, then pointed the muzzle at the window, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The others were startled by the gunshot, their ears ringing.

"This is a real gun!"

The man in overalls looked at his hand in shock.

A gloomy atmosphere descended upon everyone's hearts.

Nobody knows what the specific rules of this so-called game are, or what the so-called final reward means.

Is the reward only for the last person standing? Will the others kill each other for the reward?

They couldn't help but feel a little wary of the people around them.

However, humans instinctively tend to stick together during times of crisis.

Katsuaki Murai teamed up with two other people who wanted to leave as soon as possible, while the man in overalls was very interested in the so-called reward and teamed up with someone who was also interested in the reward.

As for the others, some were worried about others and planned to go alone, while others simply wanted to stick together and didn't want to be alone.

Soon, they left the cabin and set off on the routes they each believed were correct.

However, what they didn't know was that their movements had already been clearly captured by hidden cameras scattered throughout the jungle.

"Master, the game is ready for market."

On the deck of the yacht, the island was only a few nautical miles away.

As the group was enjoying sunbathing, Matsuo Hiroshi bowed and reported to Kurokawa Masahito.

Masahito Kurokawa took a sip of champagne, gazed at the green island, and slowly sat up:

"We need to get ready too."

He smiled and looked at Frank, who was on the other recliner.

“Mr. Collins, we should also go pick out some good gear. I’ll show you my collection.”

"Okay, I'm getting more and more excited."

Frank took off his sunglasses and nodded with interest.