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

She lowered her voice.

You want to spank her? One day, she'll pin this guy to the ground and give him a good spanking.

Han Chuanyou felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, and quickly raised his hands to show his innocence: "I really didn't mean to."

That was really an accident.

Yagyu Genon glared at him angrily and said nothing more.

Fortunately, this place was located on a street corner, with a green belt separating the two sides. There were few people around, so no one saw what happened. Otherwise, she would really want to live on another planet.

……

Why are you home so late today?

As soon as Han Chuan You entered the house, he was greeted by Mi Yue's questions.

She was lying lazily on the sofa, her long-sleeved shirt loose and the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of soft skin.

She wore light gray loungewear shorts, her fair and slender legs casually crossed, her toes slightly curled, and her nails painted with light pink nail polish, resembling five small seashells. Her whole demeanor exuded a lazy, unguarded, and homely beauty.

"I was strolling around near the school with my friends." He handed over the milk tea in his hand. "This is for you, less ice, less sugar, plus a milk foam topping."

"At least you have a conscience."

Han Chuan Mei Yue accepted the milk tea without asking any further questions.

She never intended to use her status as his older sister to tie him down, nor would she restrict his contact with other women.

Being too controlling only makes people feel suffocated and backfires. She has her own sense of proportion, giving people the freedom they deserve without compromising on the bottom line.

Ultimately, she has enough confidence in her own charm.

What waves could those girls the same age as Xiaoyou make? She knows very well how attractive her figure, her naturally fertile hips, and her breasts are to teenagers.

She fascinates him every day, so there's no need to guard her closely or be jealous. She can simply be herself, and that's enough to keep him glued to her.

This is the confidence a mature woman should have.

As long as he's still on the right path and hasn't gone astray, that's fine.

Furthermore, if he truly falls in love with a girl, she will accept it without hesitation, because they are family, and nothing in the world can surpass kinship. No matter what happens, their relationship will not change.

Of course, it's perfectly reasonable for an older sister to want to use her younger brother.

She had been holding back for so many years, and she couldn't accept it all going to be for nothing.

……

Tokyo at night is a completely different scene from the fast-paced daytime.

Han Chuanyou finally couldn't suppress his mischievous impulse and made another excuse to slip away.

This time he's going to run further away.

Compared to the surrounding wards, Nakano Ward is relatively safer, while the neighboring wards are less so.

A bustling street.

Street performers strummed guitars and sang melancholic songs. Amidst the surging crowd, heavily made-up women on street corners exuded an air of gaudiness. From time to time, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, only to be drowned out by the noise.

This is Shinjuku, one of the sub-centers of Tokyo.

Located on the west side of the Yamanote Line, it is a crossroads of administration, commerce, and entertainment.

However, beneath the surface of prosperity lies another layer of evil.

Kabukicho, Okubo Park, Golden Street... Behind these place names lies a gray area where yakuza forces have been entrenched for many years.

The gang's office was hidden in an inconspicuous office building, with a company sign hanging at the entrance, but inside it was engaged in activities such as loan sharking, underground casinos, and illegal drug trafficking.

Pimps soliciting customers, prostitutes on the street, drunk office workers, homeless people wandering around...

In the shadows where neon lights don't reach, drug trafficking, prostitution, and extortion are like the city's hidden sores, repeatedly festering and never healing.

The paper figure fluttered around Han Chuanyou within a fifty-meter radius, searching for the evil hidden beneath this prosperous scene.

That's a great pose! You can do that in a bubble bath? Wow, I've learned something new! I need to go back and look at Mizuki more often to cleanse my eyes…

Inside a room on the second floor of the Stigmata Club, an interrogation room is set up, complete with an interrogation chair, wooden stakes for binding people, and so on. The pink lighting adds an ambiguous atmosphere to the room.

"Shout louder!"

"Snapped!"

The burly man sat in the chair, raised the black leather whip in his hand, and added a red mark to the fair skin of the plump woman kneeling in front of him.

"what!"

The woman screamed in agony, which only fueled the man's perverse desires, and he raised the whip again and lashed it down.

The whip struck the woman's outer thigh, and a raised red welt quickly appeared on her fair skin.

The woman trembled in pain, her body already covered in wounds.

But for her daughter's sake, she could only endure it silently.

She still has loans to pay off, and her daughter is still in the hospital and can't be separated from her. She can only try her best to meet the demands of these customers in order to earn more money.

She had long since given up her dignity, her body, and her soul; all that remained was an empty shell that could still withstand the whip.

The man showed no pity and still felt unsatisfied, so he took out a grotesque prop and stepped forward.

"It's time to change it to this one. You can choose whether it's the front or the back."

Looking at the grotesque prop, Yuko Ishida shook her head in horror.

"No... this really won't do, Mr. Hashimoto, please spare me."

"No?" The man narrowed his eyes, a grotesque smile playing on his lips. "You think I'm negotiating with you? You have no choice but to agree, or you can forget about getting a tip tonight. Do it yourself, or should I do it myself?"

"me……"

Yuko Ishida reminisces about the past.

Her husband disappeared without a trace one day, and her daughter soon fell seriously ill. To help her daughter with her medical treatment, she had to take out huge loans and work three jobs a day. The snowballing debt gradually made her unable to breathe, and she was eventually coerced and lured by loan sharks to work there, where she was at their mercy from then on.

At first, she was just a hostess, but later, in order to make money, she could only sink deeper and deeper into it, becoming the most despicable person.

She composed herself and forced a smile, saying, "Mr. Hashimoto, I...I myself..."

Before she could speak, the window was suddenly opened, a cool breeze blew into the room, lifting the curtains and making the two people inside feel a chill.

Outside the window, a figure shrouded in mist looked eerily strange under the cover of night.

Han Chuan You stared directly at the disgusting humanoid creature standing there.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment, but this matter should end here."

"You...you are Death?!"

The man's eyes widened in terror. As if realizing something, the fat on his cheeks trembled, and the finger pointing at him also trembled.

"The Grim Reaper?" Han Chuan You tilted his head. "You know me?"

He thinks he's so famous? How come he doesn't know?

"Now that you know, that makes things easier. It's time to get going. Will you do it yourself, or should I do it myself?"

Chapter 25 The Filthy Land

Human rights are diverse, and this should be respected, but it is also limited and cannot supersede human rights, especially in cases where the individual's rights are severely violated and their dignity and physical health are severely trampled upon.

"You! Whether you're human or ghost, I belong to the Hashimoto family. If you dare to lay a hand on me, be prepared to anger the Hashimoto family."

The man spoke with a fierce but weak expression.

His past experience taught him that in this situation, he should show his strength and reveal his trump cards, making the other party weigh the consequences and thus extricate himself.

But things didn't go as planned; Han Chuan You was no ordinary person.

He kicked the man in the stomach.

"Ugh!!"

The man was kicked into the air by the tremendous force, and finally crashed to the ground with a "bang". He clutched his stomach, like a boiled shrimp. The extreme pain in his abdomen caused him to spasm, and he almost lost his voice.

"The Hashimoto family? They've produced a piece of trash like you, so they're probably no good. I'll keep an eye on them, but now it's your time for judgment."

Han Chuanyou pressed his foot against the man's face, then looked at the timid woman beside him, manipulating a nearby garment to cover her, his tone calm:

"Don't be afraid. Tell me everything you know, and I will make those scum who bullied you pay the price."

Yuko Ishida shuddered, her initial terror subsiding. She tugged at her clothes, looked up at the figure in the mist, and a light returned to her previously lifeless eyes:

"Really...really?"

"After all, they call me the Grim Reaper of Tokyo. Punishing evil and cleansing the filth, isn't that a normal thing for me?"

Yuko Ishida began to speak haltingly, her voice trembling.

The more she spoke, the colder Han Chuanyou's face became. Although shrouded in mist, the man beneath her feet could clearly feel the crushing anger emanating from him.

After all, their heads were about to be crushed.

Han Chuanyou looked down at this scumbag with disgust in his eyes.

It turns out that this man was not just an ordinary customer. His name was Hashimoto Aoki, and he was the major shareholder of this club. This private club, called Stigmata, was ostensibly a high-end members-only brothel, but inside it was a disgusting place that sold humiliation and abuse.

The vast majority of women here are not there voluntarily.

The club has deep partnerships with several loan sharks. Women who cannot repay their debts, are desperate, or have been mortgaged by their husbands or boyfriends are eventually sent here, where they are threatened, controlled, and subjected to the wanton abuse of these hypocritical beasts.

As for the guests here, they are all scumbags. As members, they all know the origins of these women, which is why they joined the club. The fact that these women, who were originally from respectable families, have fallen to this state greatly arouses their evil desires.

So tonight, none of these people can escape.

"You are a great mother, Kim Shin Agency, right? It will soon disappear from this world."

Han Chuanyou said calmly.

"But this is the place that needs to be cleaned first."

Han Chuanyou released his foot and snapped his fingers.

Unable to move while being trampled underfoot, Hashimoto Aoki stood up in terror.

"Ms. Ishida, the scene may be a bit bloody in a little while. If you don't mind, please stay here. It will be over soon."

As he spoke, he manipulated Hashimoto Aoki out of the room and into the corridor. As soon as he released the man's mouth, Hashimoto Aoki cried out for help: "Help! Help! Someone save me!"

At the end of the corridor, several burly men who guarded the place rushed out upon hearing the noise. They all had long knives at their waists and walked with steady steps, clearly skilled in martial arts.

As expected of a private members-only club, the security is very comprehensive, even including samurai swords.

"Mr. Hashimoto!"

The burly men's pupils contracted simultaneously when they saw the figure hidden in the mist behind Hashimoto Aoki.

"Kill...kill him!" Hashimoto Aoki's face was contorted with rage, his voice almost cracking. "Whoever can kill him, I'll give him one million, no, three million!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The burly men exchanged glances, then drew their samurai swords with a clang, the blades gleaming coldly in the dim light of the corridor.

They roared in unison, raised their long swords, and charged towards Han Chuanyou.

The blade cleaved through the air with overwhelming force.

Han Chuanyou took a step back and gently waved his right hand.

Hashimoto Aoki, who was standing to the side, suddenly stiffened, and then uncontrollably rushed towards the burly man at the front, heading straight for the blade.

"Pfft-"

The long sword pierced Hashimoto Aoki's left shoulder, and blood gushed out, splattering all over the burly man's face.

"Ah!" Hashimoto Aoki let out a pig-like scream, his body trembling violently, blood flowing down his arm and dripping onto the carpet in the corridor, spreading into a dark red stain.

"Mr. Hashimoto?! What brings you here..."

The burly man's hand gripping the knife hilt froze, his pupils dilated, and he seemed somewhat at a loss.

Han Chuanyou didn't give him time to react. He stepped forward, gripped the hilt of the knife with his left hand, raised his right foot, and kicked the burly man hard in the chest.

"Click".

The sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible. The burly man was sent flying backward, crashing into the corridor wall. He slid down softly, blood gushing from his mouth, and never got up again.