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

The humanoid creature lifted Mizuno Mitsutoshi up and held him in front of it, approaching him step by step.

Frank showed no mercy, retreating while continuing to fire. The bullets pierced through Mizuno's body, striking the monster with a dull thud.

It's no use!

Frank was overwhelmed with emotion.

Could the humanoid species before us really be aliens? This kind of weapon is definitely not something an ordinary organization could manufacture.

After firing a burst of bullets, he dropped the gun and quickly identified himself, proving that discretion is the better part of valor.

"Let's talk this out. The United States, where I am, is the strongest country on Earth. Perhaps we can cooperate."

A purple ray moved onto his leg.

With a loud "biu," his leg snapped.

He fell to the ground and cursed again.

"Fuck!!"

I shouldn't have stayed in this island nation. Is the person in front of me a monster contaminated by nuclear wastewater? Damn it!!

He had never experienced anything like this before when he visited the island, and he couldn't help but reminisce about the carefree days he had spent there, with fine wine, beautiful women, and all sorts of interesting activities.

What I'm seeing must be an illusion!

He could only use this to numb himself.

The body was thrown next to Frank, and the monster pulled out a spear from its back.

"no, do not want!"

Frank retracted the idea that it was just an illusion, and the swagger he had when he was a Wall Street tycoon reaping global profits was long gone.

With a soft thud, the spear plunged into his open mouth, then with a flick of the tip, his skull shattered instantly, blood splattering everywhere.

Frank's hands were still clawing and scratching in the air.

Finally, it slowly fell down.

At this moment, Kurokawa Masahito and his companion arrived at the seaside through a secret underground passage.

He saw the speedboat on the shore and was instantly overjoyed.

Finally, I can leave this place.

Mitsuo Kurokawa also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Father, you were right after all."

"Of course, we'll go back. No, we're leaving Tokyo now, not going back to Tokyo Bay."

Masahito Kurokawa didn't want to stay here for even a second longer.

Just as they were running frantically toward the speedboat, immersed in the joy of their imminent escape.

A spear flew out of nowhere and stuck in the yacht's fuel tank.

"Boom!!"

The yacht exploded violently in an instant.

"Do not!!"

The last vestiges of hope were shattered in an instant.

Kurokawa Masahito turned his head stiffly, and the strange humanoid monster appeared in front of the father and son.

Is this the Grim Reaper?! It doesn't look like him at all.

The humanoid monster, wielding a knife with arms like an arthropod, charged toward them.

The heavy sniper rifle had already been thrown aside. Kurokawa Masahito pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired several shots at the monster, but they were easily blocked by the monster's armor.

Realizing it wasn't working, he immediately gave up and shouted:

"escape!"

When he turned around, he found that Mitsuo Kurokawa had already run far away.

"What an unfilial son!" Before he could even get angry, he was grabbed by the back of his collar and lifted up like a chick. He struggled desperately, kicking wildly with his feet dangling in the air, and swung his right fist toward the monster's head.

But the monster easily grabbed his right arm and then pulled him hard.

"Ahhh!!"

His skin and bones were torn apart, and half of his arm was left on the beach, blood gushing out and soaking the sand beneath him.

His body trembled with pain as the monster threw him back to the ground, slamming him onto the sand and causing him to roll several times.

The monster stepped forward, looked down at him, and then slowly raised its knife, the tip pointing at his waist.

"Spare me...spare my life!"

With a single stab, the knife pierced through the left side of the waist, penetrating the abdominal cavity and exiting from the right side, blood mixed with shattered internal organs gushing from the wound.

Kurokawa Masahito's eyes were wide open, and intense pain spread throughout his body, causing him to scream out in agony once again.

He still couldn't believe that despite being so careful, he had still failed here.

Mitsuo Kurokawa ran frantically, completely oblivious to what was happening behind him.

He gritted his teeth, glanced back, and saw his father lying in a pool of blood.

Immediately afterwards, a laser beam struck his calf.

"Crack!"

His calf instantly exploded, and his body suddenly lost its balance, falling headfirst onto the beach. The wound scraped against the rough sand, and the excruciating pain almost made him faint.

Seeing the approaching monster, he quickly spoke:

"Don't kill me! My family is very rich, I can give you anything!"

He subconsciously tried to use his family's wealth to sway the humanoid monster in front of him, just like he used to bully others at school to the point of hospitalization and suicide, using money to control those who knew the truth and prevent them from testifying.

Finally, the knife tip mercilessly pierced his chest, making a hissing sound. The extremely high temperature burned his nerves and internal organs, causing him to let out a terrible scream.

The blade shredded his internal organs, and in the end, he could only clearly feel his life slipping away bit by bit.

Everything came to an end, and Han Chuan Youye revealed himself.

A satisfied smile crept across his lips; they had personally experienced being hunted and killed as prey.

If you hunt others as prey, you must be prepared to be slaughtered as livestock.

This time, the plot is completely different, and the actors are all big names.

I wonder what kind of sensation this Grim Reaper production will cause.

[You have defeated the Demon Lord and obtained the following spoils: Blood Burning Pill*3, Spirit Gathering Pill*8, Soul Crystal*16]

Great, another fruitful day.

Chapter 173 Miss Meiyue

After disposing of all the bodies, Han Chuanyou took out a cell phone that he had found at the scene and which was not password protected.

He logged into his dark web account and uploaded the video he had just recorded. Now he'd see how people would react. If they really thought it was an alien invasion, that would be hilarious.

At that time, will they put aside their differences and unite to defend themselves because of the appearance of a so-called unknown alien civilization, or will they each have their own ulterior motives and plan to secretly seize the so-called alien technology?

Han Chuan You couldn't help but look forward to what changes the world would undergo next.

The sudden explosion caught those who had been captured and used as prey off guard, leaving them bewildered and unaware of what had happened.

Katsuaki Murai and his two companions wandered around in the woods for an unknown amount of time before emerging from a thicket, their hair covered in cobwebs and broken leaves, their faces covered in dust and dirt.

They heard the sound of the waves and were overjoyed, thinking they had finally found a way out.

But what appeared before them was a barrier made of tall barbed wire. The warning signs for the electric fence made their hearts sink, and no one dared to take the risk.

Just then, a figure wearing a black yukata and a gold and red Shura mask appeared in front of them.

With a few casual slashes of his long sword, he easily cut a huge gap in the barbed wire.

"Lord Death?"

The three of them instantly recognized the person in front of them and couldn't believe their eyes.

Han Chuanyou stepped forward and handed them a cell phone.

"You should contact the news media. The person who kidnapped you is Masahito Kurokawa of the Aomori Foundation. There were also two politicians who came hunting with you. What were their names again? Masuda Aomasa and Mizuno Yoshitoshi. The media should be very interested in this. I've already taken care of these people."

Tell them to contact the Metropolitan Police Department; those people are eager to cover up what's going on here.

Island nations do have a few relatively reliable news media outlets. Media outlets like Weekly Bunshun, which specialize in digging up dirt on politics and business, are certainly very interested in what's going on here. Some politicians, in particular, hate this media outlet to the core.

Katsuaki Murai took the phone, still somewhat bewildered. Had they been rescued so easily?

"Thank you, Lord Death."

The sound of thanks came from behind, but Han Chuan You had already walked far away.

……

Ginza, Yurakucho.

Hanchuan Meiyue came to see an old friend today.

Inside the exquisitely decorated dessert shop, Han Chuan Meiyue scooped up a piece of matcha cake with a spoon and put it in her mouth.

Sitting opposite me was a beautiful woman with a striking beauty mark at the corner of her eye, which added to her mature and charming appearance.

Hamabe Umi took a sip of her latte and chatted casually with her.

The two were high school classmates and members of the same kendo club. Both were competitive and neither was willing to concede to the other in kendo. As they fought, they became good friends.

Even though we graduated many years ago, we still keep in touch from time to time, and we'll go out shopping together and chat.

In terms of assassination and close combat skills, Hamabe Umika believes she can surpass her in every aspect, but in terms of swordsmanship, she is slightly inferior.

She carefully examined the other person's face: "Meiyue, you look much better lately?"

"Really?" Han Chuan Meiyue raised her hand to touch her face, curved her lips into a charming smile, "It's probably because I'm in a good mood, so my complexion is better too."

Hamabe Umi narrowed her eyes slightly, subconsciously using her keen intuition as an intelligence agent. Her flirtatious expression clearly indicated something was amiss.

She placed her hands under her chest, her eyes fixed on the other person, observing the details of their expression:

"Everyone says that after getting a boyfriend, you become radiant under the glow of love. Confess, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No way," Han Chuan Meiyue chuckled, then scooped up another spoonful of cake and put it in her mouth. "You know perfectly well that even if you're in a relationship, I won't be one."

Hamabe Umiho raised a slight eyebrow when she saw that she didn't seem to be lying.

"Then what's with that rosy-cheeked look on your face?"

Knowing that she was a brother-obsessed girl, Hamabe Umika leaned forward slightly and tentatively asked:

"You ate your brother? We can't do things that break the law."

Although she had done enough to warrant being locked up in jail for life, she didn't want to see her friends through iron bars in prison in the end.

Don't end up having to pull strings to get her out of jail yourself.

Han Chuan Meiyue was silent for a moment, then put down her spoon. As if remembering something, her tone became more confident: "How could that be? Who am I? Would I break the law?"

Can something as simple as rubbing against someone's clothes be considered eating? No.

Han Chuan Meiyue felt that she had completely adhered to the bottom line.

She picked up her mocha, took a sip, and said earnestly:

"I'm telling you, stop thinking nonsense. You're so old, why are you still messing around with your pawnshop? You should just find a man and get married."

Hamabe Umi leaned back, crossed her arms, and said with disdain, "What do I need men for? They're all cowards. I'd rather buy a stuntman and play by myself."

Although her looks and temperament were somewhat inferior to Han Chuan Mei Yue's, she was never short of suitors.

She just couldn't stand the way those men fawned over her, afraid of displeasing her in any way.

It may also be related to her strong personality; most men would find it difficult to withstand her aura.

But the so-called "gentlemanly" personality prevalent among men in island nations seemed too soft to her, and even bordered on hypocrisy.

"Different."