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

He put down his phone, swallowed hard, and a bad feeling grew stronger in his heart.

Could something have happened?

Just then, Tanaka Tsukasa barged in without knocking:

"Deputy Director, we have news from the police station in Nishi-Arai: they've discovered traces of Death, and the Black Panthers' stronghold has been wiped out."

Upon hearing this, Hirano Toshiro's expression darkened.

"Has word leaked out about tonight's operation?"

"We don't know yet?"

Tanaka Tsukasa had some reservations about the plan. As a seasoned veteran, he still had his bottom line. In fact, the outcome he most hoped for was that the Grim Reaper could discover and stop it.

"Director Hirano, should we contact the Americans and call a halt to the project?"

Hirano Toshiro didn't answer immediately. He had countless connections with the Black Panthers, and he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that his personal safety was no longer guaranteed.

The blood-red sunset outside his office window seemed to be foreshadowing something, and his heart began to race. He felt as if death could appear at any moment.

He tried to calm his inner panic and his mind settled down a little.

Yu-Jin wouldn't be stupid enough to betray him; after all, he was Yu-Jin's brother-in-law.

He frowned, remained silent for a moment, and finally spoke:

"No need, the plan continues. Keep Zero in high spirits and fully cooperate with the United States' actions."

Looking at his slightly gloomy eyes, Tanaka Tsukasa finally nodded.

……

Night gradually fell.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the moisture, like a thin veil, enveloped two overlapping figures under the light.

Han Chuan You leaned against Mei Yue's chest, his head resting comfortably on her scalp, enjoying the gentle massage of her fingertips on his head.

This has become a regular evening routine for the two of them again. In the small space, they chat about the most intimate topics, enjoy each other's scrubbing services, and a sense of warmth and coziness grows stronger.

“Mizuki,” he said lazily, his eyes closed, “do people in the Metropolitan Police Department usually have connections with the yakuza?”

"Of course."

Mizuki's voice came from above, laced with sneer.

"Otherwise, why do you think so many yakuza organizations still exist in the island nation after all these years? It's all about interests. There are countless instances of collusion between those in power and the yakuza, they just don't talk about it openly."

Han Chuan Mei Yue used a bath sponge to lather up the shower gel, gradually covering Han Chuan You De's body with a white foam.

The smooth palms gliding across the skin brought an extremely comfortable feeling.

Han Chuan You breathed a sigh of relief: "As expected, it's dark."

"That's why I'm telling you to study hard, get into politics, and try to send all those scoundrels in."

Han Chuan Mei Yue's hands didn't stop; she didn't miss a single corner.

"But it seems we don't need you anymore. Those people are terrified of death now. You can just be my good little brother."

"Is that so?" Han Chuanyou's lips curled up, feeling a little uncomfortable from her uninhibited actions. "Alright, Meiyue, it's time for your good little brother to help you scrub your back."

He turned around, his gaze falling on Meiyue's flawless body, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Which one to use to rub?

"I told you, it's your beloved younger brother."

Han Chuanyou stood up and took the showerhead from her hand.

"Okay, you sit down."

Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes at him: "Isn't that enough?"

Han Chuanyou admired her body contours, his tone exceptionally serious: "Never enough!"

The water flow was turned on again, washing away the foam on his body. Water droplets slid down the lines of his muscles. Watching this, a hint of tears gradually appeared in Han Chuan Mei Yue's eyes.

Han Chuanyou raised his hand to adjust the angle of the water splash and gestured with his chin towards her: "Sit down."

Meiyue rolled her eyes at him, but a slight smile played on her lips. She didn't say anything more and sat down on the low stool.

He pressed himself against her from behind, his warm chest against her slightly cool back. Han Chuan Meiyue couldn't help but squint her eyes, the steam in the bathroom making her cheeks flush slightly.

After a while, the foam on her body was washed away by the shower, and she felt a sense of weightlessness.

Then, being enveloped in hot water made me feel completely comfortable.

As the water surged, Han Chuan Mei Yue gradually opened her eyes, looked down at the person in front of her, and the redness at the corners of her eyes grew even more intense.

She smiled, tilted her chin slightly, and placed her hand on his head.

"You little rascal..."

Meanwhile, in the darkness, a masked figure moved swiftly, clearly approaching in one direction.

Tokyo is destined to be lively tonight.

Chapter 208 A Chaotic Night, Crime Abounds

Adachi Ward, 4-chome.

It has been designated by the Tokyo Metropolitan Government as an area with a high density of wooden houses.

A red car stopped in front of a detached house, and two young men in firefighter uniforms got out, their face shields replaced with gas masks.

"Hurry up, I'll take the second floor, you take the first floor, aim for the wooden structure and throw."

Kazunori Otani placed the equipment bag on the ground and took out the homemade Molotov cocktail inside.

Alcohol, gasoline, sugar, and rubber tires are simple to make, yet their power is exceptionally strong; using them for arson is definitely overkill.

"Are you sure we won't run into Death?"

In the corner, Kenji Kondo also took out a Molotov cocktail, glanced at the wooden house in front of him, and looked somewhat nervous.

“We burned it and then hid nearby, pretending to be firefighters from a nearby fire station on patrol. Who knew it was us? When death came, we notified those people.”

Once a wooden house in an island nation catches fire, it is never easily extinguished.

Moreover, the two of them specifically chose to target these old detached houses, which would definitely cause a huge commotion and likely attract death.

Fortune favors the bold, and $500,000 is more than enough to make them take that risk.

As for the innocent people inside the houses, they never care about that.

The Caesarea Action Team was now divided into three groups, circling in the sky in three modified Black Hawks, each group responsible for a section of the outlaws' operational area.

As soon as Death appears, they can provide support as quickly as possible.

Ariel held the earpiece, listening to the movements of the guys who were planning to make their move that night.

The story of Death, spread through the dark web and social media, has had a significant impact worldwide.

What alarms Israel is that certain hostile forces are attempting to stitch the existence of death into their own religious and political narratives, shaping it into proof of divine revelation or prophecy.

This poses a deep-seated threat to Israel's ideology and national security, and is a denial of the legitimacy of its existence.

The land of Israel was given by God, as written in the Old Testament of the Bible. The core doctrine of Judaism clearly states that God is unique and invisible.

They are God's chosen people, and Death is heresy who must be eliminated, even if their actions cause heavy casualties among the local people.

They're all just a bunch of lowly people.

Any individual who is given the title of God’s agent or judge, regardless of his own will, is an affront to the foundations of Judaism.

Of course, Israel came not only with the aim of eliminating heresy, but also because it was very interested in the secrets of Death.

Defeating Death and taking his body back home for research—in their view, this might also be another treasure bestowed upon them by God.

This is the 4-chome area.

Kazunori Otani took out a lighter, ready to light it.

Looking at the wooden house in front of him, whose inhabitants were probably still fast asleep, a wicked smile crept across his face.

The thrill of murder and arson was one of the factors that these desperados sought.

Having committed countless disgusting acts in the past, this simple act of arson posed absolutely no psychological burden for him.

With a "click," a flame ignited, illuminating his face behind the mask.

Kenji Kondo then lit his lighter as well.

As the flame approached the ignition source at the head of the burning bottle, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The environment suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and he felt as if he were being subjected to some kind of heavy pressure.

Kenji Kondo instinctively turned his head and saw a dark figure appear in the corner behind him. Behind the mask, the unreadable gaze was as deep as an abyss.

"You are... Death... Death?"

How could death come so quickly?! He didn't even have time to make a move.

"Wow, the fire department actually likes to play with fire in the middle of the night."

Han Chuanyou drew the Azure Spirit from his waist and approached step by step.

"Death... Death God, this is all..."

Kazunori Otani looked terrified, took a step back, and explained haltingly.

As he drew closer, his desperate gaze gradually turned ruthless. With a fierce look in his eyes, he completely ignited the Molotov cocktail in his hand and threw it fiercely at Han Chuanyou.

"go to hell!"

Han Chuanyou neither dodged nor evaded. He raised the Qingling sword in his hand and slightly lowered his wrist, using a clever technique to stop the flying Molotov cocktail steadily at the tip of his blade.

Kazunori Otani's eyes narrowed; he couldn't believe his incredible swordsmanship.

"Let's do it!"

He shouted loudly to his companions.

Beside him, Kenji Kondo realized what was happening and also raised his Molotov cocktail. He could catch the first one, but there was no way he could catch the second.

Han Chuanyou didn't give him a chance. With a flick of his knife, he sent the Molotov cocktail flying back.

Finally, it collided with the Molotov cocktail that Kenji Kondo had just released. The two glass bottles collided in mid-air, and the sound of shattering glass echoed through the silent street.

The viscous fuel inside exploded instantly, and the liquid ignited by the flames turned into a cloud of orange-red fire in the air, splashing in all directions.

Kenji Kondo's head was the first to be engulfed in the scorching liquid. He screamed and frantically scratched and slapped his face, but to no avail. His charred skin was torn off by his fingernails, and his palms were also engulfed in the hot, viscous liquid.

Flames spread along the flowing liquid to his shoulders and chest, eventually engulfing him completely. He lay on the ground, frantically pounding his body and letting out piercing screams.

The firelight illuminated the surroundings.

Kazunori Ohtani staggered backward, half of his body also covered by splashing hot liquid. His skin sizzled slightly under the high temperature. He patted the flames off his body, but could only let the flames spread all over his body.

The excruciating pain of his flesh being intensely burned by the flames nearly made him faint.

Trying to remove my clothes, my hands were burning in the liquid, my skin stuck together, and every movement was extremely painful.

The two rolled and struggled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but to no avail; their screams were heart-wrenching.

"Help! Help!"

Upon hearing the commotion on the walkie-talkie, Ariel immediately ordered, "Death has appeared in Fourth Street! Depart immediately!"

He continued, "Release the poison gas immediately! Be ready to detonate the bomb at any time."

"The gas device isn't working!"

No matter what the technicians did, the gas device on the display screen remained offline.

"Where's the bomb?"

"The signal has also been lost!"

Ariel slammed his fist on the hatch and cursed, pinning his hopes on the patrol team closest to the fourth block.

Han Chuanyou scanned the unresponsive equipment bag inside the storage pouch with his divine sense and sneered.

The sound of helicopter rotors grew closer and closer in the distance.

Han Chuanyou's figure disappeared into the shadows, fleeing in the direction where the crime had occurred.

It must have been quite a feat for them to go to such lengths to lure themselves out and find so many audacious scoundrels.