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

"Don't push your luck. If you dare to sleep with another girl without my knowledge, you can expect to be kicked out of the house."

Chapter 206 Satisfy Me, Black Panthers

Mitsuki Hankawa has the spirit of Ah Q.

As long as you're the first one, everyone else will only get their leftovers.

But then... did I cheat on someone else, or did someone else cheat on me?

After pondering for a moment, Han Chuan Mei Yue decided to stop thinking about it.

Family affection surpasses everything else; everything else is just fleeting and insignificant.

"Of course, but only if you, Mizuki, meet my requirements."

Han Chuanyou tidied her hair at her temples, revealing her entire delicate face, and then lowered his head to suck on her full, smooth lips.

Breaths mingled.

Seeing his slightly fiery gaze, Han Chuan Mei Yue looked helpless: "What are you planning to do now?"

Han Chuanyou wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her turn around, making it much easier for Meiyue, who had changed into a loose-fitting home dress.

The fullness beneath the skirt gradually became impossible to conceal, making one want to explore further.

Han Chuan Mei Yue tiptoed slightly, turned her head and gave him a reproachful look: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"No rush..." Han Chuanyou leaned closer, his breath brushing against her neck.

"This is hopeless..."

Han Chuan Mei Yue gripped the table, turned her head with difficulty, and brought her lips close to his.

……

Adachi Ward, Nishiarai.

The sun hadn't completely set, casting an orange glow on the streets.

The bar on the basement floor had already turned on its dark red lighting.

The Black Panthers' stronghold was hidden beneath this bustling residential area. It was closed during the day, but it was already guarded. Several henchmen dressed in black leaned against the walls on both sides of the corridor, smoking and looking around warily.

Inside one of the private rooms.

Yuji Oda, all smiles, saw the middleman off and returned to his private room.

He sat down on the sofa, looking at the two strange sets of equipment on the table with a deep gaze.

The Metropolitan Police Department actually wants him to send a few men to indiscriminately attack ordinary civilians and lure out Death? The bigger the commotion, the better.

It's really hard to believe. Has my brother-in-law lost his mind? He actually listened to those people.

However, thinking of the large reward offered, a smile appeared on his lips. The reward of a full eight hundred thousand US dollars completely eliminated any doubts he might have.

This kind of work is, of course, next.

The challenge lies in persuading his subordinates to carry out this operation.

But he believes that interests can drive everything, and that providing them with enough security is enough.

He took out his phone and called three trusted confidants to go out for a meal together and talk over the food.

Anyway, it's still early before the Grim Reaper appears tonight.

I dialed Nagai Mitsuo's number.

But no one answered the phone for a long time.

What's going on? The seller hasn't come back yet?

The usual connection should have ended by now.

He hung up the phone and was about to dial another confidant's number when he faintly heard a commotion outside the door, as if someone was running.

What's going on outside?

A strange, unsettling thought arose in Oda Yuji's mind.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a henchman pushed it in, one arm hanging limply, the sleeve soaked in blood, bone fragments piercing through the flesh, his face pale.

His voice trembled: "Boss... Death... Death is coming!"

"grim Reaper?!"

Yuji Oda immediately stood up, several thoughts flashing through his mind.

How could Death suddenly appear in broad daylight?!

Because of the presence of Death, the Black Panthers have shifted most of their activities to daytime.

Everything had been peaceful for so long, but I never expected something to happen at this time. Did the news leak out and Death know that he was going to deal with him?

Before he could think it through, he looked up and saw another figure standing in the doorway.

The man stood in the shadows at the end of the corridor, raised his hand to hold a gun, and a beam of white light shot out from his hand. The henchman's head exploded instantly, and blood mixed with white liquid splattered on the orange walls and the black carpet.

The corridor lights were half blocked by that figure, like a curtain that wasn't fully closed, dividing the entrance to the private room into two sections of light and shadow.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, making one's heart sink.

"Death...the God of Death?"

Yuji Oda instantly lost all will to resist.

The reason Black Panther has been able to develop to its current state is not only because it has powerful backers, but also because it is adept at assessing situations.

Seeing Death raise his gun, he knelt down.

"Lord Death, spare me! I have important information to share with you. Someone is trying to harm you."

Han Chuan You's voice showed absolutely no interest.

"There are plenty of people who want to lay a hand on me."

“It’s different!” he exclaimed quickly. “This time it seems to be Mossad. They plan to create chaos in the coming days to lure you out.”

"how do you know?"

“They came to me too, but I’m absolutely afraid. My brother-in-law works at the Metropolitan Police Department, and he has inside information…”

To make his words seem more credible, he pointed to the black equipment bag on the table.

"This...this is it, they plan to use these things against you..."

Han Chuanyou stepped forward and opened one of the equipment bags.

Inside was a silver metal canister, resembling some kind of compressed gas, with fine circuitry and micro-electrodes connected to the canister.

The other items were a walkie-talkie and a gas mask, as well as a strangely shaped device that allowed one to see the blocky objects inside through divine sense.

Having dealt with those shady characters in the past few days, he's seen quite a bit; it's most likely explosives.

Using these against yourself?

Are they planning some kind of suicide attack?

Han Chuanyou realized that Han Chuanyou had underestimated him.

Mossad, Israel, truly knows no bounds when it comes to achieving its goals.

Instead of me going to them, they came to me.

He looked at the man kneeling on the ground.

The label of demon leader above his head made him have no intention of forgiving him.

Yuuji Oda noticed him raise the gun and pleaded repeatedly, "No! No, I've told you everything, Lord Grim Reaper, I really didn't lie to you..."

However, the way he secretly reached for his waist while begging for mercy completely revealed his true thoughts.

Without hesitation, Han Chuanyou flashed a white light, instantly piercing the man's chest, crushing his internal organs, and crushing all the bones in its path. The momentum continued unabated, piercing through his back and leaving a spreading crack on the wall behind him.

Yuji Oda dropped the gun he had just taken out. He looked down at the large hole in his gun in disbelief and instinctively reached out to cover it, but found nothing. Sticky liquid landed on his hand, leaving him dazed.

As the leader of the Black Panthers, he had lived a carefree life for so many years, yet he died such a pathetic death...

He slowly raised his head: "You...you wait, my brother-in-law will avenge me..."

Han Chuanyou looked down at the gradually dying corpse, completely ignoring the threat posed to him.

The Metropolitan Police Department's culprits? They should be cleaned up too, as a way to fulfill Mizuki's dream.

The clone's figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the corner.

The perspective shifts, and Han Chuanyou's hand disappears into the hem of Mizuki's skirt, as he gently feels the softness of her body, his face radiating a strong sense of satisfaction.

"Mizuki, I love you to death."

Chapter 207 The Helping Brother, Undercurrents Abound

Han Chuan Meiyue leaned against the table, her breathing slightly rapid, her bright and beautiful cheeks flushed.

Several times her heart was in her throat.

That brat.

She lowered her head slightly and squinted her eyes.

Under the light, her long legs gleamed with a warm, smooth white sheen.

The warm sensation gradually moved downwards, then was replaced by coolness.

"Are you done yet?"

"Mizuki, you shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself."

Han Chuan You also inhaled the fragrance from her neck, squinting his eyes, indicating that only he could ask Mei Yue about such matters.

Han Chuan Mei Yue straightened up, pulled his hand out of her arms, and glared at him irritably:

"You're really something, mop the floor for me, I'll go tidy up."

"okay."

Han Chuanyou smiled as he watched Meiyue's retreating figure, the sight of her full, long legs making his heart flutter slightly.

I lightly grasped his hand, and felt the air itself was warm and soft.

[You have destroyed a demon settlement and obtained the following loot: 4 mid-grade Yellow Explosion Talismans, 200 mid-grade spirit stones, and 16 soul crystals]

Han Chuanyou was becoming increasingly satisfied with this technique.

It completely frees up your hands.

The main body enjoys life here, while the clone takes care of chores.

Of course, he does need to be distracted to control it, but for his current level of spiritual strength, it's not a problem at all.

The Metropolitan Police Department.

Hirano Toshiro stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the window frame.

He had a constant feeling that something terrible was about to happen, which made him extremely uneasy.

He didn't care about the other desperados, and the death of a few wouldn't matter, but his brother-in-law couldn't have any problems. This matter had to be handled perfectly.

The interests of island nations? In his eyes, it's nothing more than a slogan.

Even the prime minister of an island nation has to consider the whims of the United States. Hirano Toshiro has his own unique methods for climbing the ranks.

He doesn't care about island nation interests; he can just cooperate casually. He never relies on empty rhetoric about prioritizing the mainland.

He's been in that deputy director position for too long; he's too eager for advancement.

What he wanted was not just a higher title, but a real springboard that would allow him to reach even greater heights.

If he cooperates well this time and his value is recognized by the Americans, he will definitely be able to secure the position of Superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department very quickly.

No, because of death, that position has become a hot potato. It would be better to transfer to another government department.

He'd had enough of this mediocre position.

Considering his brother-in-law's situation, he decided to give him another reminder to avoid any mishaps.

He picked up his phone and dialed his brother-in-law's number, but no one answered.

I dialed again, but still no one answered.