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

As she turned into the corridor leading to the elevator, she noticed seven or eight Western faces of various skin colors entering the elevator, which had just reached the first floor.

Upon seeing Han Chuan Mei Yue approach, a blond, blue-eyed man smiled politely and pressed the door open button: "Madam, are you also heading up?"

The strong body odor unique to Western men, mixed with perfume, is simply unbearable.

Han Chuan Meiyue held her breath as much as possible and restrained herself from covering her nose.

She shook her head and declined in slightly broken Japanese-accented English, "You guys go up first, I'll wait for the next one."

William Jones smiled, glanced admiringly at the charismatic woman, and without paying much attention, nodded in acknowledgment before releasing the open button. The elevator doors slowly closed.

Han Chuan Mei Yue then raised her hand and fanned her nose.

Thank goodness she wasn't overwhelmed by the stench. Westerners' body odor is truly legendary. The body odor alone is bad enough, but when mixed with strong perfume, it's a brutal assault on the sense of smell.

She suddenly missed the smell of that brat at home.

The elevator next to her opened with a ding, and she shook her head and quickly walked in.

Han Chuan Meiyue's office wasn't large, only about ten square meters, but she arranged it in a neat and orderly manner. A lush green ivy was placed on the windowsill, adding a touch of vitality to the office.

She put down her bag and went to the break room in the document preparation area to get a cup of coffee.

Back in her office, she pulled out her chair, sat down, let out a long sigh, and expertly opened her computer to browse her emails.

She didn't open the several notifications that needed to be forwarded, the reminder for the routine meeting from the General Affairs Department, and the email about verifying recent attendance records; she simply closed them.

With nothing important to do, she crossed her legs, her fair toes dangling leisurely under the desk, her flat leather shoes dangling. She picked up her coffee with one hand, took a sip, opened Netflix, and started watching the Japanese drama she hadn't finished watching last time.

The work in the document preparation class is so leisurely.

The atmosphere in Class Zero, located on the top floor of the same building, was completely different.

Eastern and Western faces mingled together, sitting around two sides of a long table.

They saw the list of deaths almost immediately last night.

To issue a death notice so openly to a high-ranking official of the island nation is tantamount to disregarding the Metropolitan Police Department and even the entire island nation.

But undeniably, this is indeed the case; Death seems to have never taken them seriously.

Today's meeting is to discuss countermeasures against the impending attack by Death. All members of Section Zero are present, and EDP has also sent key personnel.

This time, elites from most of the planet Earth gathered at the Metropolitan Police Department to deal with the Grim Reaper's next move.

The leader of the island nation is Kengo Kishida, who came from the Cabinet Secretariat's National Security Bureau. He is here to serve as the head of Section Zero, representing the ruling party in negotiations with the EDP, while also preventing the EDP from sacrificing the island nation's interests for the sake of death.

Even if they share roughly the same goal when facing death, the two groups are definitely not on the same page.

Martin Haggis represented EDP on the other side.

Among the two groups, Tsukasa Tanaka and William Jones, as long-time collaborators, were pushed to the forefront to lead this cross-departmental and cross-national coordination.

After a brief introduction, Martin Haggis naturally took the lead, his arms crossed in front of him, his expression serious.

"Our primary purpose for this trip is to negotiate with Death. This time, Death has given us the exact time to appear, which is an excellent opportunity."

"Negotiation?" Kengo Kishida frowned, dissatisfied with this approach. "Brigadier General Haggis, isn't the primary objective to protect the safety of our officials?"

"Two things can be done at the same time, and I think we must show our sincerity."

Martin Haggis waved his hand, not paying much attention to his words. He didn't want the Grim Reaper to think that the large number of American soldiers present was trying to hinder his operation.

The safety of island nation officials has nothing to do with them; in fact, this bargaining chip given to death has greatly affected the interests of the island nation.

The interests of island nations have never been a consideration for them. If they didn't actually need the assistance of island nations, they would even want to exclude them altogether.

While both sides expressed their own opinions,

Martin Haggis frowned, having come up with what he considered a solution that would satisfy both sides.

He looked at William Jones beside him:

"William, if we announce that we want to negotiate with Death, and place Katayama Masanao in a bunker near Tokyo, so that Death will show up and negotiate with us, would this method be feasible?"

William Jones pondered for a moment, then shook his head:

"I'm afraid that won't work. Given Death's usual elusive nature, once he sets his sights on us, no matter where we hide, he'll likely find us and might even storm into our heavily guarded underground bunker, leaving us no chance to negotiate."

He added, as if thinking of something:

"Generally speaking, the most dangerous place is actually the safest place. Death prides himself on justice, which is also his weakness. If there are many people on the scene, he is unlikely to make a direct move."

Martin Haggis's eyes lit up.

"How about we just have Katayama Masanao make a public appearance, hold a so-called public speech, and attract the Grim Reaper to show up?"

This is probably the most direct and likely effective method at the moment.

They were also worried that death might strike them. It was obviously unrealistic to leave the negotiation site completely undefended, but if the area was surrounded by ordinary people, these people would become a natural barrier, and their safety could be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

Tanaka Tsukasa frowned slightly, finding it somewhat unacceptable that the plan was too risky.

"That's not appropriate."

Using ordinary people as a shield is absolutely inappropriate.

They say Death won't harm ordinary people, but what if Death actually does make a move to keep his promise?

Kengo Kishida's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

Of course, he wasn't thinking about the ordinary people who were in danger.

Rather, it was for the sake of the government's reputation.

By letting Katayama Masanagi appear in public, they are safe, but Katayama Masanagi's risk level increases exponentially, and it's uncertain whether he can escape from the Grim Reaper's blade.

If Masanao Katayama were to lose his life in full view of everyone, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the Metropolitan Police Department and even the entire island nation?

This plan is extremely disadvantageous to the island nation's authorities.

“I think this is unacceptable. The safety of the island nation’s people must be the top priority.”

On the surface, he still used this rhetoric to express his rejection of the plan.

Martin Haggis ignored him, looking at both sides of the long table without seeking his opinion.

"Let's stick with this plan for now. If anyone has a better suggestion, please let us know."

This disregard made Kengo Kishida's face turn somewhat unpleasant; after all, he was a high-ranking official in the island nation.

But since the other party was a brigadier general in the U.S. Army, he couldn't lash out immediately and could only remain silent.

Chapter 188 The War of Information: I Shed Blood for the Island Nation

Ultimately, the two sides failed to come up with a better solution.

Kengo Kishida got up and left the meeting room temporarily. He dialed the Prime Minister's number, and when he came back, his expression had returned to normal. He agreed to implement the plan.

Since conventional protective measures are ineffective in the face of death, this may be the only viable option at present.

By focusing public attention on Death, he will be more cautious and less likely to harm civilians.

This is their last line of defense. Even if it does affect ordinary people, it would be tantamount to pushing death to the opposite side of the entire island nation.

By then, they will have the moral high ground.

Public opinion has always been their most effective weapon; from another perspective, this is also a meticulously planned conspiracy.

While it may cost a high-ranking official their job, it's not necessarily all bad, since they hold the power of the narrative.

If force doesn't work, then turn to public opinion and wage a war of words against death, turning the public's condemnation of the government's incompetence into anger towards death itself.

Although the current government is widely criticized, most people still hope it will improve and will naturally side with the government.

Since Death was showing signs of extraterrestrial civilization, they decided to portray him as an outsider and place him on the opposite side of the people.

In this way, it is no longer a contest between them and an unknown individual, but a collision between local civilization and foreign civilization.

In this narrative, the island nation's government is transformed into a frontline position for humanity.

Katayama Masanao also received the news at this moment.

They actually made him appear in public tomorrow afternoon to give a public speech.

What a joke!

He had expected to be placed in a heavily guarded secret location for protection, but this was the result he received instead.

He absolutely could not accept it; what difference was there between this and waiting to die?

He's a close confidant of the Prime Minister, how could they treat him like this? It must be the EPD people who are behind this.

He was about to call the Prime Minister, but before he could dial, the phone rang first.

"Hello? Your Excellency, this is definitely not the final plan, is it?"

"Chengzhi, calm down." A slightly hoarse female voice came from the other end of the line. "This is for the sake of our party's cause. The security personnel on site will protect your safety."

“I really will die. I have shed blood for the island nation, I have done good for the island nation.”

Katayama Masanao never expected that he would actually become a pawn, even though he had taken on so much pressure for the Prime Minister during this period.

"Stop." The female voice on the phone interrupted him, her tone unusually cold. "Chengzhi, I understand your loyalty to the island nation, but only you can do this. The island nation will support your family. You should be brave and show the courage of an imperial warrior. That's it. Get ready."

What empty and pretentious talk.

Katayama Masanao stared at the disconnected phone, his body slumped in his office chair, his initial expectations of the government shattered and scattered.

He suddenly came to his senses.

No, absolutely not! We can't just sit here and wait to die.

He immediately called his wife and told her to pack her bags quickly.

Similarly, he also began to organize some important documents, which would be his bargaining chips for establishing himself elsewhere in the future.

After quickly packing his things, he went to the safe in the corner of the office, took out a few gold bars from a hidden compartment, and stuffed them into his briefcase.

He didn't want to lose his life for nothing because of a single comment.

They had to leave the island nation; only in this way could they have a high chance of escaping death's judgment.

He cursed the government's incompetence in his heart, completely unaware that he was one of its members.

Just then, the door to his office opened.

Several men in Metropolitan Police Department uniforms walked in, and the one in the lead nodded slightly in greeting.

“Mr. Katayama, we are here on the orders of the Prime Minister to ensure your safety. We have also sent people to protect your family, so you can rest assured.”

He didn't believe it.

This is a move to put himself under house arrest!

Katayama Masanao was in despair.

……

The last class in the afternoon was home economics.

Today's dish is stewed hamburger patties, which are somewhat similar to lion's head meatballs in Chinese cuisine, only smaller in size and with a sauce that leans more towards the island nation style.

Miss Kujo didn't come again today. I won't be able to taste her delicious cooking. It's the first day I've missed her.

Watching Nakamura Taito enthusiastically add thick cream to the hamburger patties, Hanakawa Yu couldn't help but complain, "That's enough, is this even edible?"

"Trust me, you definitely won't be disappointed," Nakamura Taito patted his chest confidently. "Creamy hamburger patties, doesn't that sound unappetizing?"

"If it doesn't taste good, you'll have to eat it all by yourself."

While waiting for the hamburger patties to cook, Nakamura Taito started scrolling through TikTok. Suddenly, he came across an interesting news story.

"Kan Chuan, the Prime Minister's aide has been put on the death list, yet he's still planning to give a public speech on Chuo-dori in Ginza tomorrow. How audacious."

"Public speaking?"

Han Chuanyou raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Is that really the case? Do you think you wouldn't do it in front of ordinary people?

He originally thought the other party would be hiding in some bunker and waiting for him to come to their door, but instead they appeared on the street so openly.

Nakamura Taito sighed:

"It's a pity, the basketball team has a practice session that I have to attend. I'm afraid I won't make it in time. Otherwise, I would definitely go and take a look. Even if I do make it, I'm afraid I won't be able to get a good spot."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Han Chuan You: