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

Han Chuan Mei Yue inexplicably gained confidence, feeling that she was no longer on the same level as Hamabe Uika, and began to forget her roots.

"Haihe, you're still too young. There has to be something interesting between two people."

Hamabe Umiha suddenly realized something was wrong: "What's with your tone?"

Just a short while ago, they were discussing which toys were fun and not exciting for them, and they were talking about how to play with toys in a unique way by themselves. Now, they are using this tone to persuade themselves.

Han Chuan Meiyue said casually, "That's just what everyone says."

Something's not right.

Hamabe Umiho's eyes sharpened instantly as she interrogated him:

"You disgusting brother-obsessed guy, are you teaching him some weird stuff? Like saying this place is delicious and sweet, you should try it, or making him watch the fountain or something..."

"Does he even need to be taught?"

Upon hearing this, and recalling Han Chuan You's past perverted behavior, Han Chuan Mei Yue blurted out in annoyance.

After she finished speaking, she realized she had let something slip, picked up her coffee, and took a sip while trying to appear calm.

Hamabe Umiho's "Are you serious?" look was too much for her to handle.

There was a moment of silence between them.

Hamabe Umi, wanting to save face for her old friend, rested her chin on her hand and sighed:

"Whatever makes you happy. Don't worry, I won't report it to the Metropolitan Police Department. It's normal for siblings to be a little close."

"Um……"

Han Chuan Meiyue didn't know how to answer for a moment, so she picked up her coffee and took a sip to hide her embarrassment.

Hamabe Umiho couldn't help but sigh.

When the two first met, Mizuki Hanakawa acted quite uprightly.

After we started chatting, I discovered that she was actually quite repressed and had an outrageous level of doting on her younger brother.

I never imagined it would stoop to this level.

Hamabe Umiho sighed again.

To be honest, she was a little envious.

It's so nice to have a childhood sweetheart.

After finishing her coffee, Han Chuan Meiyue took out her wallet from her handbag, went to the counter to pay, and left the dessert shop, whereupon the two parted ways.

Arriving at the car, Han Chuan Meiyue covered her forehead with one hand and remained motionless for a long time.

Thinking of something, her expression instantly turned angry. She opened the door, got into the car, and drove home without stopping.

Today, that brat embarrassed himself in front of his friends. If he's still out fooling around and hasn't come home, he'll be in for a beating from his older sister's iron fist.

"Mizuki, where did you go? You're back so late."

Han Chuan You was leisurely lying on the sofa, scrolling through Douyin with his legs crossed, when he heard the noise and turned his head to look.

Today, Mizuki was wearing a long black dress and earrings given to her by Miss Kujo, which were exquisite and eye-catching. However, her peach blossom eyes looked at her with very unfriendly eyes.

Han Chuan Mei Yue placed her bag on the low table, knelt on the tatami mat, stared at him with her beautiful eyes, and beckoned to him with a tone that left no room for argument:

"Come here."

"what's up?"

Han Chuanyou put down her phone, looking somewhat innocent.

"Kneel down."

Han Chuanyou had a bad feeling, but out of respect for Meiyue's authority, he still knelt down in front of her.

Looking at his innocent appearance, Han Chuan Mei Yue became angrier and angrier. She grabbed his head and pulled his ear back and forth, as if to vent all the embarrassment she felt earlier and wanted to crawl into a hole.

Han Chuan You buried himself in front of Mei Yue. Although Mei Yue's movements looked fierce, they were only slightly heavier than usual and did not cause any actual harm.

The aroma is soft and fragrant.

Han Chuanyou took several deep breaths.

This is hardly a punishment.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

Where did I go wrong?

"Still not aware of your mistake!"

Another wave of satisfying, suffocating sensation washed over me.

He felt that he and Meiyue would never quarrel. If they did quarrel, he would be the first to apologize, and his anger would disappear as soon as he apologized.

Bigger is better than justice.

While caressing Han Chuan You in her arms, Han Chuan Mei Yue suddenly felt that the touch in her arms was not right.

She shoved him away and looked down. Her clothes were disheveled, and her skin was damp.

Are you a pervert?

"Mizuki, is this the first day you've met me?"

Amazingly delicious!

Han Chuan You sighed contentedly, "Mizuki, feel free to ravage me, I can still take it."

"Get out of my way."

Han Chuan Mei Yue raised her foot and kicked him in the chest.

Han Chuanyou caught her beautiful foot, his fingertips carrying the spiritual power of the Sweet Dew Technique, and gently pressed it against the sole of her foot, which was tinged with a faint pink.

"Um……"

Caught off guard, Han Chuan Meiyue let out a soft groan, her distinct toes instantly curling together. She braced herself with her hands behind her back, almost collapsing to the ground, and quickly pulled her legs back.

Her ears burned: "You brat, you still dare to mess around, making me lose face in front of my friends. Don't even think about asking me for help for a week, no, a month."

"Mizuki, are you trying to make me find someone else?"

"Go ahead and look for someone to help you."

Chapter 174 Shocking the Metropolitan Police Department, Mizuki, you're such a show-off!

Han Chuan Mei Yue slapped away his hand that was touching her thigh, straightened her clothes, and didn't think that anyone else but herself would let this guy do whatever he wanted.

“Mizuki,” Han Chuanyou said, heartbroken, “you have disappointed me so much. If you continue like this, you will definitely lose me.”

“I don’t want a disobedient younger brother. I’ve spoiled you too much lately.”

As Han Chuan Mei Yue spoke, she glared at him with annoyance.

Hamabe Umiha guessed their current relationship, which she found hard to accept.

The two had some very raunchy conversations in private, but on the surface they were very serious. No matter how much they talked, they were just considered a bit of a closet pervert. But if they actually did it, they would be considered really perverted.

Han Chuan You chuckled confidently, "Mizuki, you said it yourself, let's see who can't hold back when the time comes."

"joke."

Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes at him in a charming way.

I've been holding it in for over twenty years, what's a little bit more? This brat is underestimating me.

While the siblings were bickering, Tokyo was thrown into turmoil by yet another act of death.

Shinya Fukuda, the man who once intended to expose the Hashimoto family's dark secrets but was instead captured and almost became a sacrifice to attract the Grim Reaper.

Even after being saved by death, he still believed that justice could not be eradicated and that there were many like-minded people working together with him.

After the Hashimoto family was destroyed, he joined Weekly Bunshun as a frontline special correspondent, based on his own experience.

Just recently, he and some companions staked out the situation for an unknown period of time and finally obtained inside information about the cabinet election, giving that old hag a slap in the face.

Today, Weekly Bunshun received a message from a group of people claiming that they had been kidnapped to an island by Masahito Kurokawa, the head of the Aomori Foundation, and were being hunted down as prey.

"They are the worst of the worst. What do they think of the lower classes?"

Upon learning this news from the editor-in-chief, Fukuda Shinya was filled with righteous indignation.

Special edition editor-in-chief Katsumi Furuta patted him on the shoulder:

"Alright, you guys set off now. The helicopter is ready. Make sure you get the inside information before the Metropolitan Police Department finds out. We absolutely can't let those tax thieves who do nothing get away with it."

"Understood, let's set off now."

Soon, they boarded a helicopter owned by Weekly Bunshun with their cameras and headed straight for the island.

Meanwhile, other media outlets also received the news.

The idea of ​​hunting and killing people like prey is absolutely outrageous; this news will definitely be a hot topic tomorrow.

Like sharks smelling blood, a group of people swarmed toward the coordinates provided by the other party.

Meanwhile, the Metropolitan Police Department also received the news, even earlier than the media.

The only difference was the source of the information; Death's account on the dark web had been updated.

When Tanaka Tsukasa recognized the familiar faces being chased by the strange creatures, his heart sank. Among them was even a Wall Street tycoon who had recently accompanied the U.S. Treasury Secretary on a visit.

The deaths of those people were already enough to shock the entire island nation's political scene, and now Frank Collins is involved as well, making this a huge diplomatic incident.

He immediately took the video copied onto a USB drive to the office of Toshiro Hirano, the deputy commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Director Hirano, something terrible has happened."

"Another one about Death?"

Hirano Toshiro had become accustomed to the Grim Reaper's crimes over this period of time, but seeing Tanaka Tsukasa's serious expression and his direct report to him, bypassing the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

“Yes.” Tanaka Tsukasa nodded and plugged the USB drive into the computer. “The people who died at the hands of Death this time were all extraordinary.”

The screen lights up, and in the picture, several familiar faces are being chased by a strangely shaped creature in a dense forest.

Hirano Toshiro's expression gradually became blank, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

The head of the Aomori Group, his son, a veteran member of Congress with deep roots, and even a Wall Street tycoon whom he had just met in a briefing last week, who was visiting the island nation with the U.S. Treasury Secretary.

He didn't dare to imagine the consequences if these people died in the same incident, especially if it was exposed in this way.

He immediately stood up: "We must block the news and immediately investigate whether they are really dead! We absolutely cannot let any media know this news."

Tanaka Tsukasa opened his mouth, as if to ask how to seal it off.

The videos from the dark web have already been uploaded; even shutting down all the servers in Tokyo wouldn't stop them.

Before he could speak, the landline phone on the table suddenly rang.

Hirano Toshiro pressed the speakerphone button: "Speak."

"Director Hirano, the media has just received a major scoop: the head of the Aomori Group has kidnapped civilians and is hunting them down..."

Hirano Toshiro's forehead twitched; just what he feared most had come to pass.

"What are the coordinates?"

"It has been sent to your email. Several media outlets are coordinating with helicopters, which are expected to arrive at the target area within two hours..."

"Dispatch the Metropolitan Police Department's helicopter immediately!"

Hirano Toshiro ordered to Tanakaji.

"We must get there before them, take the parties involved away, and not allow any reporters to land on the island. Also, find a way to cut off their communication signals!"

The series of bombshell announcements left Toshiro Hirano completely bewildered.

If this matter falls into the hands of the media and is published on the front page with headlines like "hunting people like prey," the Metropolitan Police Department will likely be put in a very difficult position again.

No, this time they're being pushed directly into the charcoal furnace. The spittle from the people below could drown them all.

"I'm afraid we can't stop them."

Tanaka Tsukasa never makes guarantees.

Those media outlets had already left long ago; how could the Metropolitan Police Department's plane possibly catch up?

"We have to stop them even if we can't. I'll call Director Yamaguchi right now."