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

Han Chuanyou nodded, pulled up a chair and sat down, then raised his hand and waved.

"Come here."

Hamabe Umi glanced at the whip in his hand again, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.

Feeling uneasy, she added, "Lord Death, I don't have any special hobbies."

What are your hobbies?

Han Chuanyou was a little confused, but following her gaze to his own hand, he understood what was going on.

Am I that kind of person? I just helped her solve her problem, and she still misunderstands me like this.

"What are you thinking?"

He gave her a slap, just as she wanted, without any irritation.

"Hmm..." Hamabe Umi let out a soft groan, her legs went weak, and she knelt down on the ground, her black mole swaying slightly.

Han Chuan You subconsciously pushed off the ground and slid the chair back a short distance.

Are you trying to stage an accident?

Hamabe Umi looked at him with a resentful expression, a wave of shame washing over her.

She took a deep breath: "No, I didn't expect the Grim Reaper to have such a wicked sense of humor."

Han Chuanyou crossed his legs and said nonchalantly:

"This isn't some kind of perverse pleasure. Two people tried to break in just now, and I took care of them for you. As an assassin, your vigilance is far too low. Next time in the bathroom, don't be like this; pay more attention to the noise outside."

These words plunged Hamabe Umiho into an even more awkward situation.

For a moment, she stopped using honorifics and just wanted to express her dissatisfaction with the other party's invasion of her privacy.

"You just now..."

I have a right to privacy. Once is one thing, but what's with this happening again and again?!

Does this mean I'll have to be constantly on edge when taking a shower from now on?

"Call me Lord Death."

He tried it again.

Hamabe Umi trembled again, and a strange sound came from her throat.

This……

Han Chuan You's curiosity was satisfied.

Now he was certain that his subordinate probably didn't have any particular hobbies.

“Lord Death…” Hamabe Umika gritted her teeth.

"Not bad." Han Chuanyou was satisfied. "Those were two Barat people just now. Did you have a grudge against them?"

Seeing that he had put away the whip, Hamabe Umi breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got up, supporting herself on the ground.

"It must be because we cheated them last time. The main problem is that the Barat people are very untrustworthy and always like to drive down prices, so we have to raise the price a little."

Hamabe Umi looked around, searching for any trace of the Balat people he had mentioned. Although she had heard screams just now, there was no sign of a fight at all.

It can only be attributed to the other party's bizarre methods.

"No wonder. So how many dollars did you sell them to?"

"It started at one million dollars, then they cut it down to four hundred thousand dollars, and at the time they thought they were making a profit."

"You're really something."

Han Chuan You expressed his admiration, realizing how valuable his information was.

Although he really wanted a share, the source of the money was still too risky; Miss Kujo's one million yen a month was enough for him to live on.

Indians do have a bad reputation in the market, so it's no wonder that Binbian Haihe and his ilk are being taken advantage of.

During their casual conversation, Hamabe Umi took out this week's intelligence report and handed it to him.

Han Chuan You glanced through the information: "Is this all the intelligence we have this time? It's a bit thinner than usual."

"Yes, too much information has been sold, so some people will inevitably become resellers to recoup their losses, which is why fewer people are coming to us. Also, you've killed too many people, so they've become much more restrained."

"Less is fine."

Han Chuanyou nodded, and the document in his hand disappeared instantly. He didn't care too much about the amount of information; he could just do more deductions and eventually find traces of those scum.

Having obtained the intelligence, Han Chuanyou had no intention of lingering any longer. He slowly rose to his feet:

"Alright, be more careful next time. Don't play for too long. It's a waste to use the amulet here."

These words plunged Hamabe Umika into silence once again. She said helplessly, "Could you please not peek at me while I'm showering next time?"

"Call me Lord Death."

Hamabe Umiho's chest heaved slightly. This was too much of a bullying, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Lord Death, please don't pry into my privacy next time. I'm a woman, after all..."

"First, I didn't peek. The first time was an accident, and this time I didn't look with my eyes either. Second,"

Han Chuan paused for a moment, then looked the woman in front of him up and down. Although she was hot, she was still not as hot as Mei Yue.

"There are plenty of women with hotter figures than you, I wouldn't stoop to peeking."

After saying that, Han Chuanyou didn't explain further and disappeared from the spot.

Is she implying she has a bad figure?!

Binbian Haihe stood there, stunned.

Am I really that bad? Among all the people I know, there's only one who truly convinces me.

Despite her displeasure, she did obtain definite information about the Grim Reaper: the Grim Reaper was definitely a human, not an extraterrestrial being as some people claimed.

Only humans could have such an XP and such a wicked sense of humor.

……

The morning sun wasn't very strong yet.

The boy, with his schoolbag on his back and his hands in his pockets, walked towards school into the sunlight.

His school uniform accentuated his strong and slender figure.

He unbuttoned two buttons around his neck.

Besides making people feel more comfortable, he also felt that it would make them look more handsome.

For a boy his age, being handsome is a lifelong pursuit.

A figure quickly walked up to him.

"Wait...wait! Your tie is crooked, so you need to button up your collar too."

The disciplinary committee girl, wearing black-rimmed glasses and with a stern face, raised her hand to stop him.

Hirose Sae felt she could no longer be led by the nose by this overly casual boy.

Students should act like students; this is her responsibility as the head of the disciplinary committee.

"It's too hot, can't you make an exception?"

Han Chuan You pulled his hands out of his pockets to avoid appearing disrespectful.

He curled the corners of his mouth into a bright smile at the girl in front of him, his handsome face almost making the girls around them who were watching him freeze in shock.

The air seemed to take on a different flavor because of the boy's smile.

Hirose Sae suddenly realized that it wasn't a big deal for such a handsome boy not to button his shirt.

Moreover, the exposed skin at the neckline looked absolutely mesmerizing in the sunlight.

No, I must be resolute.

She harbored a grand dream of making all of Qingchuan, and even the entire island nation, abide by the rules.

Qingchuan is a place that nurtures pillars of society. If even minor rules of conduct cannot be followed, how can the law be enforced? Qingchuan must never become a cradle for corrupt elements to be sent to the island nation.

She pushed up her glasses with her middle finger, gradually calming down, and said decisively, "No."

Great! They've finally taken this step. The girl's eyes swept over the boy's parts that made her want to abandon all restraint.

"Is that so? This is a bit troublesome..."

Charm didn't work, so Han Chuan You decided to obediently follow the school rules.

"Han Chuan-kun, let me help you!"

The girls around them were eager to try, feeling that they had found an opportunity to get close to Han Chuan You.

"Please make sure you hand me the tie!"

"Then I'll take care of your collarbone."

Among them were comments from female hooligans.

Just then, a series of unhurried footsteps came from the side, the steps elegant and composed.

Just by the sound of its footsteps, you can tell that the owner has an innate air of grandeur, as if the air itself would make way for it.

Kujou Kitsune walked gracefully towards them, wearing a neatly tailored school uniform skirt. Harada Yuka followed not far behind, carrying a commuter bag.

The morning light slanted in from behind her, casting a pale golden halo over her features, adding an even more unreal sense of distance to her already stunningly beautiful face.

She walked slowly to Han Chuanyou, without saying a word, but simply raised her hand and gently pinched the half-open buttons on his collar, fastening them one by one for him.

The movements were natural, with fingertips occasionally brushing against his skin, carrying a faint coolness.

Then she straightened her tie, pressed her fingertips lightly on the knot, looked up at the boy who was close to her, her charming fox eyes slightly curved, and her tone carried a hint of ambiguous laughter.

"Our Hanchuan-kun is just as popular today as ever."

"President."

Hirose Sae had a deep impression of this student council president who was always elusive.

Not only because of her stunning looks, but also because of her powerful background.

Given how intimate the two were, she felt somewhat uneasy about her earlier action of stopping Han Chuanyou.

I hope I won't get into trouble and lose my position as head of the disciplinary committee for stopping the president's sweetheart.

She let out a sigh of sorrow in her heart.

This is probably the fate of all reformers.

Kujou Kitsune nodded in agreement: "Very good. We must keep a close watch on these guys who don't follow the rules and don't abide by school regulations."

As she spoke, she glanced at the boy beside her, her tone somewhat meaningful. Then she looked around, and the girls who had been itching to make a move all suppressed their inner thoughts and dispersed.

Kujou Kitsune smiled and started walking towards the campus.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go."

Han Chuanyou followed.

The two walked along the main road of the school, sunlight filtering through the trees and casting dappled patterns on their shoulders and hair.

Han Chuan You put his hands back into his pockets: "Is it really appropriate for you to be so openly intimate with me on campus?"

Kujou Kitsune turned her head, a playful smile appearing on her flawlessly beautiful face: "What? Do you think it will make Yagyu jealous if this gets back to her?"

Suddenly, she leaned close to the boy's ear, her uniquely fragrant scent filling his ear canal:

"I'm going to let everyone know that you're mine, the popular Hanchuan-kun, so remember to be prepared!"

"Really?" Han Chuanyou instantly perked up. "Then I'll let everyone know that you are all mine."

Kujou chuckled softly: "Heh... You've gone too far with your greed."

Chapter 184 Sect Competition, the Minister is So Cute

During the morning meeting, Hideko Sakura clasped her hands together and announced some news.

"The sports festival is about to begin this year, and it's scheduled for June 12th. Everyone is encouraged to participate actively this year. Today, we're mainly assigning tasks to each class. Who would like to be an executive committee member this year?"

Hideko Sakura looked expectantly at the audience below the podium.