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

Kujou Kitsune once again showed a helpless expression.

"Fox Feather, no matter how much you deny it, you can't deny the fact that Han Chuan-jun will become my son. Are you jealous of Han Chuan-jun, or are you jealous of me?"

"No, I just hope that Mother can go back to how she used to be."

"Oh dear, haven't I always been like this?"

Kujo Maki covered her lips, pretending to be puzzled.

“Mother, you’re already over thirty…”

"Who is your mother? I've only just come of age. When did I get a daughter?"

Kujo Maki looked at Hanakawa Yu across from her as if she were a stranger.

"Handsome, how old do you think I am?"

Eighteen years old.

Han Chuan You gave what he considered to be the most reasonable answer.

"This is my good son, no exaggeration," Maki's mother confirmed again.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, but Aunt Maki looks young. If I hadn't met Fox Feather before, I would have thought you were only in your twenties."

"I'm so happy." Kujo Maki covered her mouth and laughed. "Then, Hankawa-kun, don't call me auntie anymore, and don't call me mom anymore. Just call me older sister. Let's call each other our own names."

"Mother."

Kujou Kitsune's voice grew increasingly helpless; she was quite unaccustomed to Kitsune's unwarranted attempt to act young.

Time passed slowly as they chatted back and forth.

Just then, Harada Yuka knocked on the wooden door.

Having received permission, she slowly entered the tea room and respectfully said:

"Young Miss, there are a few investment projects in Izu that I need you to review."

Kujou Kitsune nodded, gracefully rising to her feet while holding her skirt, and looked at Hanakawa Yu beside her:

"Excuse me for a moment, you stay here and wait for me."

She paused, then glanced at Kujo Maki again.

"Mother, please don't talk to him about anything strange."

"What do you take me for?" Kujo Maki glanced at her sideways with her beautiful eyes, her tone somewhat dissatisfied.

After Kujou Kitsuneha left, Hanukawa Yuu quietly drank his tea, unsure of what to talk about with Maki's mother.

Kujo Maki raised his wrist slightly and added some more tea to the teacup in front of Hankawa Yu.

"Kankawa-kun, how is this Gyokuro? It's a freshly harvested Ichiban-cha tea from Uji, Kyoto, which came out in May."

Han Chuan You picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was smooth and sweet, with a faint seaweed aroma.

He nodded slightly: "Although I don't know much about tea, I can tell it's good tea."

“Even if you don’t understand, you should try to learn.” Kujo Maki looked at him, adopting the posture of educating a junior. “There will be a lot of this kind of tea in the future, and it wouldn’t be good to embarrass yourself.”

"Auntie is right."

"What did you call me?"

"Hmm... Maki's mom? Or Maki's older sister?"

"Either is fine, either is fine, but it's better to call her Mom."

Kujo Maki nodded in satisfaction, her red lips curving slightly as she looked at him with affection.

Han Chuanyou felt ashamed, wondering whether encountering a parent who liked to act like a mother was a good thing or a bad thing.

But calling this young-looking woman "Mom" always felt like an unspeakable shame.

"When will you marry my fox feather?"

“No rush, actually…” Han Chuan paused, “I don’t want to hide it from Maki-ah… Mother, I’ve already agreed to marry Tsurune for the Yagyu family.”

"So what I just saw was fake? Could it be that you just wanted to play around with Fox Feather?" Kujo Maki's eyes held a hint of threat.

"Of course not, it's just that Xuan Yin and I have been together for so long, we've long since fallen in love with each other..."

“I see…” Kujo Maki rested her elbow on the tea table, propped her cheek with one hand, and looked troubled. “Then what does Hankawa-kun plan to do? Don’t worry, just say it. I won’t hold it against you.”

When faced with Maki's mother's seemingly kind gaze, Han Chuanyu certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to say he wanted it all.

After spending time with Hu Yu, he fully understood that you can't judge people from these powerful families by appearances alone; they're all cunning.

"Well...I haven't made up my mind yet..."

"Just as Fox Feather said, he's a greedy kid."

Kujo Maki picked up her teacup, drank the tea in it, and casually toyed with the teacup with her slender fingers.

"It is true that Fox Feather deliberately interfered in your affairs. Kujou is reasonable, but she is also protective of her own. I don't want to see Fox Feather get hurt because of you."

Han Chuan You nodded: "That's for sure."

"Don't rush to make promises," Maki Kujo said with a smile. "I watched Tsurune grow up, and I don't want her to get hurt, do you hear me?"

"This……"

Maki's mom, you're making things difficult for Gian.

"So cute..."

Kujo Maki covered her lips, her sly laughter ringing out in a particularly clear and melodious tone, her full breasts swaying alluringly with her trembling movements.

The woman paused for a while before finally stopping, which made Han Chuanyou breathe a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the ripe fruit would fall.

"Anyway, got it?"

"I've got it..."

Han Chuanyou nodded in agreement.

"Relax, don't be nervous. Would you like some snacks?" Kujo Maki picked up a pastry and offered it to Hanakawa Yu's lips.

Han Chuan You subconsciously opened his mouth.

After finishing her business, Kujou Kitsune entered the room and saw her mother affectionately feeding her.

"Mother."

"what happened?"

Kujo Maki stuffed the snack into his mouth, clapped her hands casually, and glanced at her.

"You're jealous of your mother? This is my son."

Kujou Kitsune didn't say much, but walked over, pushed Hanukawa Yu aside, and sat opposite her mother, which once again made Kujou Maki show an amused smile.

I spent most of Saturday at Kujo's house.

Sunday is a stay-at-home day.

At noon, the bright sunlight filled the windowsill. Meiyue was taking a nap in the next room, breathing evenly.

Once everything was confirmed to be ready, Han Chuanyou summoned the immortal ship.

It's time to officially send the clone to the Middle East.

The shadow beside him suddenly rippled like water, and a figure slowly rose from the darkness, its outline becoming clear.

Han Chuanyou took the storage bag from his clone's waist and stuffed in the various talismans he had been working on for days and the modified weapons he had made, one by one, until he felt that it was almost done.

Before setting off, he raised his hand and left a star mark on the surface of the immortal ship, so that if anything went wrong along the way, he could quickly teleport there using this mark.

After tidying up, the shadow clone sank back into the shadows and soon appeared on the rooftop of a building.

The midday wind blew across the rooftop, and Han Chuanyou clearly sensed the lingering warmth of the city brushing against his face through his clone.

The celestial boat appeared in his palm, and then expanded in the wind, transforming into a shuttle-shaped flying boat more than ten meters long in a few breaths, quietly floating on the rooftop.

Chapter 218 The Arrogant Maritime Self-Defense Force, the Demise of the Chokai

Han Chuanyou lightly touched the ground, leaping up and landing at the bow of the boat. The concealment array activated, and the boat gradually lost its physical outline, its edges shimmering with a water-like light. Finally, the entire immortal boat, along with the people on board, became transparent.

The rooftop is now empty.

The celestial ship sped away into the distance.

……

A disputed sea area in the western part of an island nation.

At this very moment, the white-painted Maritime Self-Defense Force warship, the Aegis-class destroyer Chokai, is hailing a fishing boat diagonally ahead.

"This is the territorial waters of an island nation. Please leave immediately."

The broken language came from the radio, drifted towards the small fishing boat not far away, and was then dispersed by the sea breeze.

On the fishing boat, more than a dozen crew members stared indignantly at the warship.

Captain Li, with his dark skin and over twenty years of fishing experience, struggled to maneuver his fishing boat and maneuver around the Maritime Self-Defense Force warships, all the while cursing:

"These bastards are causing trouble again. When are the country's warships coming?"

"They replied that it will take another twenty minutes or so. Lao Li, shall we go this time?"

During this period, they were harassed by those warships quite a few times.

It's one thing to be brazen in international waters, but I didn't expect those guys to be so arrogant here as well.

Old Li's eyes hardened as he looked at the deck of a warship not far away, where sailors pointed and whispered mockingly at them. This only fueled his anger.

"We're not going anywhere. This is our country's waters. We'll just ram it if necessary."

Having spent their entire lives dealing with the sea, they've never been afraid of towering waves, let alone those bastards.

On the Chokai.

Tanaka Daiki stood at the front of the warship's deck, watching the fishing boats being forced to circle around by the warship, and felt somewhat pleased.

The only time to add a little fun to the otherwise monotonous patrol life is during these moments.

He enjoyed watching those people desperately want to kill him but were powerless to do anything about it.

The reason for actively provoking trouble is also related to the situation on the island.

The existence of death has drawn heavy criticism from the public towards the ruling party, and with the international situation becoming increasingly unfavorable for the island nation, the government urgently needs an opportunity for the public to vent their anger.

The Self-Defense Forces' so-called maritime patrols are for this purpose.

Stirring up trouble, diverting public attention, rallying popular support, and consolidating power—it's a simple and crude tactic, yet it's always been effective.

"Captain, that small fishing boat has made contact with us."

First mate Yamanouchi walked over.

"Isn't that perfect? ​​It's best to force them to make the first move." Tanaka Daiki laughed. "Then we'll have a reason to force our way onto the ship and detain everyone."

They are already adept at creating conflict. As long as they induce the other side to act excessively, they can redirect the domestic public's dissatisfaction with the government to their neighbor.

"Fire the water cannons," Tanaka Daiki ordered.

"Yes." The first mate turned and went to give instructions.

Tanaka Daiki smiled as he looked at the fishing boat that was desperately trying to dodge.

I couldn't help but think that a glass of champagne would be perfect right now.

at the same time.

Han Chuanyou stood at the front of the fairy boat, his hands behind his back, leisurely admiring the boundless blue sea.

A sea breeze caressed my face, and the sky was clear.

He noticed the blue fishing boat below being attacked by water cannons; white jets of water slammed into the hull, and the fishermen were struggling to hold on at the bow, looking disheveled and miserable.

The aura of demons permeates the air, and the Demon Lord's henchmen are oppressing the people. What will you choose...?

Han Chuanyou's eyes darkened.

This experience pack has been delivered right to my door. Perfect, I can test the power of that modified M24.

Wuhu!