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

With a single slash, Han Chuanyou sent the arm holding the gun flying into the air, arcing through the air before crashing down at his feet.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Ariel let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Han Chuanyou plunged a knife into the driver's compartment, the blade piercing through the metal partition and into the driver's chest.

Immediately afterwards, he took the grenade hanging from Ariel's waist and slowly pulled off the safety pin.

The next second, he slammed the grenade into Ariel's screaming mouth, shattering his teeth and forcing it deep into his throat.

"Take care of yourself..."

After saying this, Han Chuanyou jumped off the cliff.

"Um..."

Despair filled Ariel's eyes. He frantically tried to pull the grenade out of his mouth, but to no avail...

I am God's chosen people, how could I possibly die at the hands of the devil!

Five, four, three, two, one...

During the helicopter's circling descent.

"boom!"

A burst of light illuminated the cabin, and in despair, Ariel's head was blown into a bloody mist...

The firelight illuminated half the sky.

Tonight's chase is destined to ignite public opinion throughout Tokyo and even the entire island nation tomorrow.

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department office.

Hirano Toshiro received news of Mossad's major defeat that night, and while disappointed, he wasn't too surprised.

Even such a radical approach couldn't defeat Death.

What will the Metropolitan Police Department do tomorrow?

Tokyo is in complete chaos tonight. No amount of cover-up can hide it anymore. It only exposes the Metropolitan Police Department's incompetence and will definitely arouse strong public outrage.

He felt a surge of anxiety.

Tanaka Tsukasa walked into the office looking travel-worn.

Hirano Toshiro immediately stood up and asked, "Were there any civilian casualties tonight?"

Tanaka Tsukasa shook his head: "There were no deaths, but there were injuries. Two were caused by a stampede due to the chaos, and one was hit by flying debris, resulting in minor injuries."

Hirano Toshiro finally felt relieved.

"You will follow up on the compensation matters and make sure they shut up."

"Yes."

He wasn't afraid of civilian casualties, but rather that someone would have to take the blame for such a large-scale operation, and ultimately it would be his turn.

Hirano Toshiro's heart pounded, and a bad premonition grew stronger.

Those people were all contacted through intermediaries.

If I allow those desperate criminals to commit crimes at will, will the Grim Reaper come after me?

Only being in the Metropolitan Police Department could give him a sense of security.

Just as Tanaka Tsukasa was about to make a call to arrange for someone, he turned around and saw a figure that had appeared at the door sometime during his nightly "dreams," and couldn't help but call out:

"grim Reaper!"

Hirano Toshiro's body stiffened, and he immediately turned around.

Han Chuanyou walked into the office step by step.

A wave of intense pressure emanated from the person in front of him, pressing down on him, causing Hirano Toshiro's legs to tremble.

"Death, let's talk this out!"

"You should know what you've done, you deserve to die!"

Han Chuanyou did not stop, nor did he give him a chance to explain.

Before he finished speaking, the knife was already drawn.

A flash of blue light streaked across the office, and Hirano Toshiro felt a chill on his neck before his gaze began to veer.

Has it really come to this? I shouldn't have taken this job...

A strong sense of regret welled up inside me.

This was his last thought.

"boom……"

The body fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Han Chuan You sheathed his sword, slowly turned around, looked at Tanaka Tsukasa who was pointing a gun at him, and casually warned him:

"You'd better not shoot."

Tanaka Tsukasa swallowed hard, sweat trickling down his forehead and stinging his eyes.

This was the first time he had faced death head-on; his palms were sweaty, and he could barely hold the gun.

Thinking of his wife and children waiting at home, he turned the gun away.

Han Chuanyou took one last look at him, then broke through the window and jumped out.

By the time Tanaka Tsukasa ran to the window and looked down at the building, Death had already vanished without a trace.

The death of the deputy commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department was yet another high-ranking government official of considerable influence.

Tanaka Tsukasa tried to calm himself down.

What will those people do next?

[You have dealt a heavy blow to the demon forces and wiped out the invaders one by one, obtaining the following spoils: 300 mid-grade spirit stones, 19 low-grade magic crystals, and a mid-grade Xuan-level spell jade slip: Taiqing Talisman Secret Record]

The Hanchuan family.

Mizuki's room.

Han Chuan You opened his eyes, stared at the familiar ceiling above him, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The prolonged manipulation of the clone had taken a toll on my mental energy, and my temples were still throbbing slightly.

However, the harvest this time was quite good, especially the "Secret Records of Taiqing Talismans".

It appears to be a classic text about the making of various talismans.

This thing came at just the right time. He was worried that he didn't have many ways to use his clones, and there should be quite a few useful talismans inside.

"Israel..." His eyes darkened.

Soon, we'll see if you can afford the consequences of provoking me.

Han Chuanyou tightened his embrace around Meiyue, their skin touching, and a warm sensation spread through them.

He nuzzled his head against her soft body again, inhaling her rich fragrance, and felt completely at ease.

The world is too dark; indeed, the only comfort I find is in Mizuki's place.

Hanchuan Yu felt satisfied for a while.

Mizuki Hanakawa mumbled incoherently in her sleep, snuggling her head closer to his chest: "Not enough, stop fooling around..."

They say one thing but do another.

Seeing that she was like this even in her sleep, Han Chuanyou pulled his hand out from under the covers, feeling a chill on his fingertips.

Even though the competition hadn't ended, he shamelessly declared he wanted to compete against himself, and then fell asleep so quickly. He's really terrible.

Han Chuan You pinched Mei Yue's cheek helplessly, which made her let out a lazy murmur.

Gradually, Han Chuan You sensed that Mizuki's breathing was a little off.

He raised an eyebrow: "Meiyue, keep pretending. You're not asleep yet, are you?"

"..."

Seeing her silence, Han Chuanyou opened his mouth and took a small bite.

"Hmm..." Han Chuan Mei Yue's body trembled, but she still didn't open her eyes.

Han Chuanyou made a hand gesture.

"You're being too shameless. I know you're awake. Open your eyes now."

Han Chuan Mei Yue could no longer pretend. She opened her captivating peach blossom eyes, bit back, and said shamelessly:

"I'm not playing anymore."

"Then you admit defeat."

"Dream on. You have to go to work tomorrow. Go to sleep."

Mizuki Hanchuan would never admit defeat; she had to outdo this guy in every aspect.

"Okay, you said it."

Han Chuanyou leaned closer, looking at her meaningfully.

"What do you want to do?" Han Chuan Meiyue sensed something was wrong; this brat was capable of anything.

"Guess."

Han Chuan You covered her head with the blanket.

"No, I give up."

Han Chuan Mei Yue narrowed her eyes, bit her full lips, and patted his head.

"late."

Chapter 211 Mizuki is afraid of getting electrocuted; even haters are fans.

The next day.

Han Chuan You, with her messy hair, went downstairs and passed through the corridor, where she smelled the aroma of bread.

I went to the washroom and rinsed my mouth.

He casually wiped his face; although his hairstyle was messy, it looked like it had been styled on purpose, especially with his handsome face.

"Good morning, Mizuki."

Han Chuanyou sat down at the dining table, picked up the warm milk on the table, and took a sip.

"morning."

Meiyue, who was busy at the stove, responded. She was wearing a police uniform, and the waist of her waist was cinched by the ribbon of her floral apron, which made her full figure stand out even more.

She turned around, went to the dining table, and casually placed the plate in front of him, as if it were her daily pet being fed.

"Eat."

Han Chuanyou looked at the simple bread and sausage sandwich on the plate, with a smear of Thousand Island dressing on top. There wasn't even a basic egg or vegetables. It looked even drier than a white person's meal.

"Such a simple breakfast? Mizuki, you're being lazy! Where are the three dishes and soup? Where did you hide them?"

Han Chuanyou pretended to look around.

"It's good enough to have something to eat."

Han Chuan Mei Yue took off her apron, picked up her own portion, sat down next to him, and gave his ear a playful tug.

"You played so wildly last night that I didn't get any sleep. It's already a great mercy that I didn't let you go to school hungry."

Han Chuan You picked up a hot dog, took a bite, and mumbled:

"Who made Meiyue's seafood dumplings so delicious and juicy? When are you going to try the hot dogs that your little brother makes himself? I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Han Chuan Meiyue didn't answer, stirring her coffee as she looked at him with her beautiful eyes, the soft morning light illuminating the charming curve of her lips.

She took a sip of coffee, grabbed a hot dog, opened her red lips, licked the Thousand Island dressing that had spilled onto her hand, and then took a big bite.

With her fingertips gently pushing the bitten hot dog into her mouth, a look of satisfaction spread across Han Chuan Mei Yue's eyes.