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

Even now, after spending some time with the Grim Reaper, she still doesn't understand how he appears in front of her every time.

She turned and stretched, revealing her alluring waist beneath her tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt.

She reached out and pinched the soft flesh around her waist. She frowned, feeling much less stressed, and her body seemed to have gained weight as a result.

During this period, Hamabe Umiho was having a very comfortable time.

Even members of an intelligence assassin organization face performance pressure.

Because the bounty on the Grim Reaper was still being increased, a steady stream of assassins came, bringing her considerable profits.

She just wanted it to last a little longer.

But she also knew that these days of not having to worry about sales would not last long.

More and more assassins are disappearing in Tokyo without a trace, and people are starting to get on their guard. Recently, the number of people inquiring about the Grim Reaper has been declining.

She took off her hair tie, loosened her long hair, and prepared to go upstairs.

Meanwhile, in a secluded alley not far from the stone house, two South Asian men peeked out.

Nikil cautioned, "Be careful, we absolutely cannot be discovered. As the head of the Dark Light Society in Tokyo, that woman is definitely very vigilant."

Arjun smiled dismissively: "Don't worry, she's just a woman. The men of Barat are the strongest."

They are assassins drawn by death.

There were originally four of them, known as the Tigers of Bharat, who worked for the Brahmin lords in Bharat.

This time, I was also misled by a domestic intermediary who said there was a reward of two million US dollars.

Later, they inadvertently learned about the existence of the dark web through a colleague, and after seeing the Grim Reaper's real price, they instantly realized they had been made a fool of.

The agent was a Brahmin, someone they couldn't afford to offend.

What angered them even more was what happened next.

That guy got the intelligence from the Dark Light Society for only $200,000 and planned to sell it back to them for $100,000.

But they had already bought it, even for $400,000.

That's not all; the information they provided was almost entirely useless. Their two brothers, who were traveling with them, said they were going to search for the Grim Reaper's trail, but they never returned.

They felt this must be related to that woman. They came here today to get revenge on Hamabe Umiho and make her return the money to them.

Arjun was full of confidence.

I just vented at the Love Hotel and I'm still savoring the experience.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Island nation is truly a wonderful place. Recently, hasn't the island nation been trying to bring in men from Bharat? I'm even thinking of bringing my whole family here. The women here need us Bharat people to save them."

Over the past few days, Arjun has become completely captivated by this place. The girls on the streets of Shinjuku are so incredibly enthusiastic that he has lost all interest in the place.

As expected, Bharat is a world power. Even the people of developed island nations bow down to them after learning their identity.

Nikil nodded, and couldn't help but savor the memory.

"That's true. They're much more novel than the women in China, but it costs money."

As he spoke, he scratched his groin.

I don't know why, but my body has been inexplicably itchy these days.

Nikil thought it was bad feng shui in this place, and once he got the bounty from the Grim Reaper and returned to Barat, he would definitely wash himself thoroughly with the water of the Mother River.

Chapter 182 The Fall of the Tiger of Barat

"I think that woman definitely didn't know who we were and mistook us for people from Meng. Otherwise, she would definitely have given us a discount. Maybe she would have done the same thing as those other women after we came to her door and found out who we were?"

Arjun couldn't help but start daydreaming.

For the men of Bharat, all their actions are divine instructions; they don't need to think about why before doing something, they just do it.

Women have always been considered appendages of men. If you want a wife, just enter her body in the most direct way.

For example, he obtained his first wife in this way. After he succeeded, the solution of her villagers was to marry her to him, and even give her a large dowry.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up and go."

Nikil was used to his companions' fantasies, but he was equally proud of his identity as a Bharat.

The two were apprenticed to a martial arts master in Bharatkanur, and their exceptional skills are the source of their reputation as the Tigers of Bharat.

The two sneaked downstairs, took out masks from their pockets and put them on to avoid revealing their identities before the deed was done.

Arjun looked around the house but couldn't find anything to climb.

But this didn't deter them.

They eventually found a breakthrough.

In the deserted alley, the two of them leaped from side to side on the walls of two buildings like monkeys, finally grabbing the edge of the balcony and jumping up.

However, after the two stepped onto the balcony, they discovered that the balcony door was actually an extremely sophisticated electronic lock. They knocked on the glass door, and the sound was dull; it was made of laminated bulletproof glass.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Damn, the protective measures are really strict.

Do you need help?

A sudden, abrupt sound came from beside me.

The two reacted instantly, simultaneously drawing their curved swords from their waists. The blades flashed in the air, creating two sharp arcs as they slashed at the figure in perfect unison.

Arjun moved with a graceful movement, slashing at his opponent's neck from a tricky angle, while Nikil lowered his body and slashed at his opponent's ankle with his blade.

At the same time, they also saw the figure in front of them clearly; the golden-red Shura mask gleamed coldly in the night.

grim Reaper?!

The two were overjoyed. Even if they were aliens or super soldiers, how could they be a match for them?

The Barat people are fearless.

Shiva will protect them and allow this so-called god of death to face the judgment of their true god of death, Yama.

As the blade drew closer, the light in their eyes intensified.

The people before them are about to become their prey; this must be the guidance of Shiva. They are indeed the chosen ones.

Just as the blade was about to touch flesh.

Han Chuan moved gently.

He extended his index finger and casually pressed it against the tip of Arjun's knife.

With a crisp "ding," the scimitar was deflected, but the finger continued its trajectory, lightly touching Arjun's chest like a dragonfly skimming the water.

At the same time, he raised his foot and stomped on Nikil's hand holding the knife, along with the hilt, under his foot.

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Arjun's sternum shattered instantly, and the broken bone fragments pierced his lungs, turning his face deathly pale. Nikil's fingers were crushed under the hard hilt of a knife, and the five finger bones shattered into fragments under the pressure, sending excruciating pain coursing through his body like an electric current.

Intense pain traveled through their nerves to their brains, causing both of them to contort their faces and open their mouths wide.

Before they could even scream, Han Chuanyou restrained their bodies, placed his hands on their shoulders, and led them into the room.

They said they brought them in, how impolite!

The scene before them caused their pupils to tremble.

Could this... really be Death itself?

wrong!

This is not the Grim Reaper; the Grim Reaper is definitely not from the island nation.

They are the most loyal followers of Shiva, and in their eyes, there is only the Trinity of the Bharat religion.

But how could the person in front of me possess such divine power?

He scanned the room with his divine sense. Despite the excellent soundproofing, his keen perception allowed him to clearly hear the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom on the other side.

Han Chuanyou's expression turned slightly strange.

Forget it, he doesn't plan to wait for the sea lilies to come out.

Indoors, Han Chuanyou could finally relax and act freely, as he didn't want to reveal his relationship with Hamabe Umiho.

He couldn't bear to give up such a capable subordinate.

He raised his hand and a long, black whip appeared out of thin air in his palm.

He had just calculated with his fingers and already seen the disgusting aura emanating from these two people. Even the Heavenly Dao loathed them; they were utterly repulsive.

"You evil god!" Arjun suddenly found himself able to speak, and despite the pain, he raised his head, his eyes filled with an almost foolish fanaticism. "If you dare to do anything to us, Shiva will absolutely not let you off!"

Han Chuan You didn't bother to reply.

Black and red flames ignited from the whip as he flicked his wrist.

"Snapped!"

The long whip lashed through the air and struck Arjun's back.

The dark red flames did not burn his skin, but instead burrowed into his body like a living thing, spreading along his blood vessels and nerves.

The next second, Arjun's body arched violently, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He saw the faces of the women he had violated; those faces, some terrified, some numb, flashed through his mind, then turned into tangible, excruciating pain.

It rammed into his body like a red-hot stick, as if something was churning his internal organs inside his chest cavity.

"Ah! No! No!"

He wailed in agony, his body writhing and struggling on the floor.

Han Chuan You didn't even glance at him, turning instead to Nikil: "Do you have anything to say?"

Nikil opened his mouth, cold sweat dripping down his forehead and nose.

He glanced at his companion still writhing and groaning on the ground, and the curses and threats that were about to escape his throat were all swallowed back. His voice was dry as he pleaded for mercy:

"Spare me...spare me, let me go..."

"I thought you'd be just as hard as him."

Han Chuanyou showed no mercy and raised his hand to strike again with the whip.

"Ah!! Don't come any closer!"

The images of the victims, the faces of the women he had destroyed with his own hands, and his self-deceiving behavior of using Shiva to guide him in the streets all came crashing back at this moment.

Nikil screamed, experiencing the same pain as the others.

He then lashed Arjun, who was standing next to him, with another lash, causing the pain to intensify.

Screams echoed throughout the well-soundproofed room.

Flames began to erupt from their bodies, devouring their flesh and causing them to experience pain hundreds or even thousands of times greater.

The wails grew weaker and weaker until they disappeared completely.

In the end, only two puddles of ashes remained in the room.

With a wave of his hand, Han Chuanyou collected all the ashes on the ground into his storage ring.

Hearing the commotion, Hamabe Uika carefully opened the study door and saw the Grim Reaper holding a black leather whip.

Chapter 183 A Special Hobby: Kujou Kitsune Wants to Possess

"Death...Lord Death?"

Hamabe Umi breathed a sigh of relief and put the miniature pistol back into her leg.

She was wearing a black nightgown, her hair was damp, and her mature figure was faintly visible beneath.

The sight before her made her forget the screams that had just come from inside.

What does the Grim Reaper want to do when he suddenly comes in with a whip in his hand?

Is this some kind of erotic play?

Did you not have enough fun earlier, and now this is happening to you?

"Ah."