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

"so."

Katayama Masanao continued speaking.

"If Death truly represents some extraterrestrial civilization, then I, representing this island nation, and even the entire planet Earth, would like to say that we may never have been enemies, and we could have been friends. Rather than eliminating one or two insignificant individuals for the sake of so-called justice, we could sit down together and explore a path of cooperation and mutual benefit for the future of humanity."

The surrounding people couldn't help but agree with this view, and the previously one-sided public opinion began to tilt.

These people still harbor some illusions about the government.

Katayama Masanao's speech continued.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, Han Chuan You had already changed to an ordinary face, quietly watching Katayama Masanao's performance.

A politician is a politician; he's really good at stirring up public opinion.

These words had effectively put him in a difficult position, leaving him in a dilemma.

If he doesn't agree to cooperate, show yourself and take him away.

So tomorrow, Han Chuanyou could foresee the overwhelming public opinion against him online.

If they don't intervene, it will suit their wishes just fine.

Asking him to cooperate with these insects? That's a pipe dream.

A slight smirk curled at the corner of his lips, revealing a disdainful sneer.

Such overt schemes are not worth taking seriously for him.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; there were still three minutes left.

He put away his phone and looked back at the figure on the stage who was still talking eloquently.

It's almost time.

As the time agreed upon with the Grim Reaper drew ever closer, Masanao Katayama grew increasingly nervous.

Death should have shown up by now, right? Why hasn't he appeared yet? Has he changed his mind?

A secret joy welled up inside him.

If his public statement today succeeds in persuading Death to abandon his trial, or even moves him to cooperate with the island nation, then he will be a great hero.

With this achievement, surviving is secondary; he is now worthy of being called the backbone of the island nation, the will of the people, and it is not impossible for him to eventually become the next prime minister of the island nation.

A smile played on his lips as he couldn't help but imagine the days when he would hold great power.

Indeed, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

He then spoke even more enthusiastically.

Yuya Hanakawa began his operation.

He never intended to show up in person.

Activating the star map in one's sea of ​​consciousness, countless possible future paths flood into the mind like a tide.

A moment later, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, flicked his fingertips, and sent an invisible burst of spiritual energy toward a reporter holding a camera at the back of the crowd.

The male reporter's legs buckled, and he instinctively pressed the shutter button while staggering.

With a "click".

The flash went off and happened to hit the eyes of a primary school student who had just finished school and was being led by his mother toward the tram stop.

"Hmm..." The little girl squinted, trying to raise her hand to rub it, but the balloon string slipped from her fingers.

"Ah! My balloon!" she exclaimed, her little hands futilely reaching for the air.

The young mother quickly bent down to comfort her, "Alright, alright, I'll buy you another one later."

The balloon was blown by the wind and rose slowly into the sky, drifting higher and higher until it finally floated over the rooftop and became entangled with a military drone that was circling overhead.

"boom!"

The tense American soldiers looked up almost simultaneously, their guns pointing in the direction of the sound. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was just a balloon bursting.

The drone's propellers got tangled in balloon debris, causing the drone to sway violently in mid-air. The pilot desperately tried to adjust the drone's attitude, but still couldn't stabilize it.

The out-of-control drone plummeted downwards and eventually crashed into an advertising billboard on a nearby building.

"Fuck!"

The soldier cursed and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Falcon Squad, a drone has landed on the billboard outside your floor. Could you please retrieve it?"

"receive."

Inside the command vehicle, Martin Haggis heard about the minor incident but didn't pay much attention to it.

He glanced down at the countdown on the screen, tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table, and his heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

A soldier, held by a safety rope by his teammate, leaned halfway out of a window, his feet resting on the metal frame above the billboard, reaching out to grab the tangled drone.

The propeller blades were stuck in the iron frame inside the billboard, so he had to turn sideways to pull them out.

Just as he bent over and exerted force.

A faint metallic groan came from inside the billboard. The expansion bolts that were originally fixed to the wall had rusted away due to years of rain erosion, and now, with the added weight of a person, they finally could not bear the weight.

"Click-clack..."

"Watch out!" His teammate yanked him back, and the two of them tumbled into the room together.

The drone was brought back along with the soldier, who lay on the ground catching his breath and spoke into the walkie-talkie:

"Drone acquired, over."

Neither of them noticed that the billboard outside was slowly tilting, and the last few screws securing it were falling off one by one.

There are 15 seconds left until 5:30.

Katayama Masanao stood on the stage, his voice high-pitched, still giving a final climax to his peace initiative:

"...Therefore, I believe that we and death may not necessarily be enemies..."

Ten seconds, nine seconds, eight seconds...

Above their heads, the huge billboard finally broke free from the wall's constraints and crashed down toward the podium with unstoppable force.

"what!!"

"Get out of the way!!"

The crowd below the stage erupted in terrified screams, scattering like a flock of startled birds.

Hearing the noise, Katayama Masanao subconsciously looked up and saw that huge shadow looming over him.

"Do not!!"

He turned to run, but someone in the crowd bumped into his shoulder hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground.

He tried to get up, supporting himself on the ground, but the falling billboard was already right in front of him.

"boom!"

The sharp steel frame slammed into his legs, making a crisp sound of bones cracking. Feeling the tearing pain, Katayama Masanao let out a painful scream.

"what!!"

Immediately afterwards, the billboard collapsed, and the steel bars inside pierced his chest and skull, pinning him to the ground.

Blood gushed from the wound, instantly soaking the ground around the podium.

Katayama Masanao had not completely lost consciousness yet; the intense pain nearly made him faint.

His still-functioning hand futilely rose toward the crowd, his lips moved, bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was muffled:

"help me……"

The loud crash of the billboard collapsing made everything around it freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, all the flashes and cameras were pointed at the direction in which the billboard crashed.

Security personnel and detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department rushed over there.

But upon getting closer, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Katayama Masanao's body was impaled and pinned to the ground; his condition was extremely horrific, and for a moment no one dared to reach out and touch him.

Chapter 192 Miss Lily Can't Wait (The group is open, everyone is welcome to join!)

Death did not appear in the end, but Katayama Masanao's life was still hanging by a thread.

When Tanaka Tsukasa arrived at the scene, he looked up at the building again and saw that the building, now devoid of its billboards, was covered in mottled marks.

Could it be Death's doing?

But the exact location of the speech was only determined today. How could all of this be such a coincidence?

In any case, today's plan has completely failed; Death didn't even show up.

Police officers at the scene began to evacuate the area. By the time the ambulance arrived and prepared to provide first aid to Katayama Masanao, he had already lost all life due to excessive blood loss after experiencing severe pain.

Martin Haggis arrived at that moment.

"What exactly happened?"

William Jones just went to the Falcon Squad to find out what was going on.

When he returned, he said, "Brigadier General Haggis, when the Falcon team went to retrieve the drone, the billboard made a strange noise, which startled them, and then it just fell off."

"Could it have been an accident?"

This is hard for Martin Haggis to believe.

They went to such lengths today, only to end up in such a ridiculous way, without even seeing the face of death.

He felt that they had all been played by Death!

William Jones was equally incredulous. Even if there was some tampering, how could the calculations be so accurate?

He had been watching the countdown the whole time.

The billboard was lowered at exactly 5:30.

Tanaka Tsukasa remained calm and waved to the rest of the Zero Division: "Let's go, let's go upstairs and investigate the scene!"

In the end, no matter how thoroughly Tanaka and his team investigated the scene, they found no clues whatsoever.

This massive media campaign against the Grim Reaper ended with Katayama Masanao's seemingly accidental death, which only made the Grim Reaper's methods seem even more mysterious and unpredictable.

However, it was clear that the authorities did not want to let this opportunity pass, and Katayama Masanao's death was still attributed to the Grim Reaper.

The media offensive against Death intensified, with everyone accusing him of deliberately provoking war, seemingly trying to force him into a position of opposition to the public.

"It's outrageous! There are more and more people online who slander Death without distinguishing right from wrong. Don't they understand the principle that a gentleman judges by actions, not intentions?"

Nakamura Taito has clearly felt that he has more opponents these past two days. Seeing the tweets smearing the Grim Reaper, he is furious and has stopped listening to his classes to engage in heated online arguments.

"Aren't there enough mindless people like this online? Not to mention the paid trolls."

With AI developing so rapidly these days, it's uncertain whether those seemingly reasonable comments are actually made by real people. Didn't that old hag hire AI trolls to smear her opponent when she ran for election?

Han Chuanyou didn't seem to care much about public opinion.

He killed not just for so-called justice, but mainly because he disliked those people and wanted to kill them to vent his anger. Other than that, it was to improve his own strength.

What do those people's opinions on the internet have to do with him? In the face of absolute power, everything else is insignificant.

Could it be that just by talking, you can shatter his Dao heart and greatly reduce his strength?

These guys have really had too much of a good life for too long; they've developed a path dependency.

Seeing Nakamura Taito's fingers frantically tapping the screen, Hanakawa Yu couldn't help but complain, "Is it really necessary to be this serious?"

"You don't understand, I'm just enjoying the fun of laning, these little bastards are so much fun to tease."

Han Chuan You said he didn't understand his taste.

It's Friday today; time flies by faster than I thought.

Han Chuanyou returned home, changed into slippers in the entryway, and walked into the living room.

Meiyue was lounging lazily on the sofa, watching movie reviews on her phone. She hadn't had time to change out of her police uniform yet, and two buttons on her collar were undone, revealing a small patch of fair skin on her neck.

"Mizuki, I'm back."