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

Could this guy have done it? It doesn't seem like it. Is this guy just desperate for a man?

"What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad from sleeping?"

Hamabe Umi gave him a disgruntled look.

"I saw you drank too much tonight and was worried you didn't sleep well, so I came to check on you. I'm not that thirsty, so you can rest assured."

After a moment of recollection, Mizuki Hanakawa realized that Hamabe Umiwa did indeed show no signs of liking girls, and the risqué jokes she usually told were all directed at the opposite sex.

She fully regained consciousness, rubbed her temples, and pursed her lips, pretending it was all a dream.

Hamabe Umi observed her reaction and, seeing that she showed no other abnormalities, felt relieved.

She came to check because she was worried that the Grim Reaper had overheard her conversation with her.

Seeing that she didn't seem to have discovered anything, I was completely relieved.

"Alright, go to sleep early."

"You really aren't?"

"No, it's not. If you ask again, I might make a move on your brother. It's a good opportunity for me to see if being younger than you is really that enjoyable. You're so precious to me, so I suppose you should suit my taste."

"No way, you better watch out."

"Other women are okay, but your best friend isn't. Is it really necessary to be so wary of her?"

Upon hearing this, Han Chuan Meiyue frowned and actually began to consider this possibility.

I know Binbian Haihe very well and trust her completely.

The other party is also aware of my relationship with Xiaoyou, so it would be best if they could accept it.

She's a bit older, but I'm already that age, so I shouldn't look down on her. Xiaoyou actually likes older women.

Seeing her thoughtful expression, Hamabe Umika waved her hand:

"Are you still half asleep? Can't you tell I'm joking? I didn't wash up earlier. I'll go wash up now that I'm awake. I'm going back to sleep too."

Chapter 226 An Unforgivable Nation, Killing

The situation in Gaza had been quiet for a long time, but it has once again attracted worldwide attention due to the new hotspot.

In addition to members of UN-approved international aid organizations unexpectedly encountering death while transporting relief supplies, a video of the incident was released.

After the incident escalated, another news story that crossed the line of human depravity also went viral online.

News reports revealed that during an operation against another country, the army of a certain country killed 20,000 foreign soldiers, who were then detained and subjected to starvation, torture, and even deliberately shot at for target practice.

When I came across this news, Hanchuan You was eating a sandwich from Yagyu Genon.

His gaze was intense, and his killing intent toward these scumbags grew even stronger.

It was still a while before the kendo club's morning practice. The two sat on the edge of the school's flower bed. After yesterday's heavy rain, the morning air was fresh and cool.

Han Chuanyou took a bite of his sandwich and noticed that the girl was frowning, staring at her phone, and hadn't moved for a long time.

He leaned closer and took a look:

"You saw this news too?"

“Hmm.” Yagyu Genne nodded, and after a moment of silence, “I used to think that war was too far away from us, and I didn’t really feel it. But now, I just feel how cruel it is. These people can’t even be called human beings.”

"It's only been a few decades since the war ended here, but there are always some people who never learn their lesson."

"The more I look at it, the more I feel that this world is truly beyond saving."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the sandwich in the lunchbox next to her, but found nothing.

She glared at Han Chuanyou with her phoenix eyes: "You... I only ate two."

Han Chuanyou looked at the sandwich in his hand that he had taken a bite out of.

"Didn't notice? Here, is this for you?"

"Are you doing this on purpose?" The girl narrowed her eyes, suspecting that he was taking advantage of the situation.

"Think what you want." Han Chuanyou didn't argue, and held the sandwich to her lips. "Open your mouth."

Yagyu Genon paused for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly. Without flinching, she instinctively opened her mouth and bit into the bread.

Han Chuanyou looked at her slightly puffed-out profile and couldn't help but smile.

"You can't skip breakfast. I'll go buy some drinks as an apology. How about strawberry milk?"

The girl, with bread still stuffed in her mouth, couldn't utter a complete sentence, but nodded.

With her cool and aloof face paired with a slightly dazed expression, Han Chuan You was once again charmed by her cuteness.

He glanced at the news again, turned off the screen, and put his phone in his pocket.

In the past, the media was controlled, and the world's discourse power was in the hands of a few. Now, with the development of social media, the dirty deeds of these people can no longer be covered up, and the truth spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

He will make these people pay the price.

Tel Aviv, Israel.

The Israeli Prime Minister seemed somewhat uneasy.

It's not because the atrocities committed by their army have once again come into the spotlight.

In their eyes, the whole world owes them something, and it's perfectly normal for them to take back what belongs to them, even if they take a bit extreme measures.

And the reason they've come to this point is because of that initial so-called invasion.

What truly worried him was that death had actually appeared in the Middle East.

This made him restless, as if a sword was suddenly hanging over his head.

This morning, he summoned high-ranking officials from Israel to this location for an emergency meeting.

The meeting officially began with the arrival of Mossad Director David Gurion, who was the last to arrive.

The Prime Minister looked at David Gorian with a grave expression: "Is it true that Death has recently appeared in the Gaza Strip?"

David Gurian hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Based on the current clues, it is highly likely to be Death."

"Because of the last operation?" The Prime Minister stared at him with a gloomy expression.

David didn't want to take the blame, and he was equally puzzled: "I didn't know anything. I can assure you that there was no leak from Mossad. It's probably something from the United States."

"It's all about how to do it!"

The Prime Minister slammed his fist on the table in anger.

During this period, Israel has suffered setbacks at every turn, not only enduring relentless bombing from neighboring countries, but also having to guard against assassinations by Iraqi states.

"Is Death really in Gaza?"

The Prime Minister looked at the gray-haired Minister of Security on his right.

"Minister Lowell, give me a complete blockade of Gaza. Now that Death has appeared, increase patrols in the area. This place is so small, we must take down Death. We absolutely cannot let him set foot in Israel, or you should know the consequences better than anyone else."

As the highest-ranking officer in the National Defense Force, the two also had internal conflicts, but this time, they were facing a mysterious and powerful Grim Reaper. The two were already in the same boat.

"Of course I know that. If we can't defeat Death, then let the whole of Gaza burn again."

Lowell's extremism is no less than that of the Israeli Prime Minister. His background of joining a terrorist organization in his youth, coupled with his titles of "Dark Emperor" and "Mad Dog of Politics," demonstrates just how right-wing he is.

The ceasefire agreement that was about to be reached was also rejected under his pressure.

Thinking of the arrogant Grim Reaper, his eyes turned sinister.

The Grim Reaper's appearance in the Middle East can be for a few reasons.

Judging from the squads that were wiped out by Death, they were clearly there specifically to cause trouble for Israel.

In his view, the reason why the United States and the island nation have been unable to defeat Death is that they are too hesitant and try to cooperate with each other to get what they want.

He doesn't care about any of that. Death loves justice, so let him see how Gaza will become a living hell again because of him.

Lowell looked at David: "David, the elite troops under Mossad must fully cooperate with the National Defense Forces' operations in the coming period."

David Gurian nodded seriously: "No problem."

The meeting on eliminating the Grim Reaper has just ended.

In Tokyo, the second period of the afternoon has already begun.

Final exams are coming soon, and summer vacation will begin in late July, which will be a little over a month of relaxation.

However, for students who are juggling club activities and final exams, the pressure during this period is considerable.

Examples include the brass band aiming for a national gold medal and the kendo club preparing for the Jade Dragon Flag Tournament.

But for him, neither of them was a problem at all.

While listening to the lecture, he simultaneously controlled his clone in the Middle East to begin today's operation, much like secretly playing a game during class.

In northern Gaza, at the corner of a collapsed house, Han Chuanyou's figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He walked along the edge of the ruins, and as far as the eye could see, there was hardly a single intact building.

The Israeli army has clearly maintained a long-term presence in the north, and the entire area has been repeatedly leveled, leaving layers upon layers of broken walls and ruins.

Ahead, the roar of an engine grew louder as it approached.

A massive armored bulldozer is rolling over piles of rubble, demolishing nearby buildings where people might be hiding.

On either side of the bulldozer, two Merkava tanks advanced slowly in a protective formation, their turrets rotating as they vigilantly scanned the windows around them.

More than a dozen heavenly soldiers were scattered around, their steps languid.

Han Chuanyou's gaze swept over those people.

Apart from a few civilians who were being held at the very front, all the other heavenly soldiers had scarlet markings of demonic claws floating above their heads.

Inside the hatch of the Merkava tank, a commander leaned halfway out.

Squad leader Uri, holding a walkie-talkie, glanced at the two apartment buildings ahead that hadn't completely collapsed, and spoke calmly:

"Divide into two groups to inspect the two buildings ahead, cover the work here, and prevent anyone from interfering with the progress."

"Yes."

A response came back from the radio.

The soldiers split into two groups and advanced toward the apartment building.

Several human shields were held at the front, gun barrels pointed at them, their steps faltering, their eyes numb.

One of the squad leaders raised his gun and pointed it at a woman wearing a veil, his voice flippant: "You, take this thing in to scout ahead, or you'll be in for a rough night, don't even think about getting any rest."

He casually shoved a small drone into her hand, its lens facing forward.

"Yes……"

The woman lowered her head, took the drone, her body trembling slightly. She didn't dare to say a word more than necessary, as if she was already used to it.

There are many people like her here, either pushed into the ruins or tunnel entrances as mobile shields to test firepower, or becoming tools for those soldiers to vent their desires.

Han Chuanyou watched as the civilians gradually walked away, his gaze turning cold as he looked at the remains.

Today's killing begins here.

Just in case, an Iron Armor Talisman appeared in his hand.

Divine sense probes in, activates.

The Ironclad Talisman transformed into an iron-colored halo, merging into his body and forming a protective barrier on his surface, strong enough to withstand conventional tank fire.

Immediately following, another explosion talisman appeared.

After activation, it was thrown at the Merkava tank on the left. The explosive rune turned into a dazzling streak of light, skimming the ground and hitting the tank's side armor.

A burst of fire erupted instantly, blasting a twisted gap in the composite armor on the side of the turret.

The intense flames surged into the compartment from the crack. The pilot and gunner inside didn't even have time to scream before their internal organs were shattered by the shockwave, and their bodies, mixed with metal fragments, flew everywhere in the confined space.

Immediately afterwards, the ammunition rack was ignited.

The deafening explosion caused the entire tank to bulge upwards amidst intense flames, the turret detaching from the chassis and tumbling into the rubble several meters away.

Uri, who was standing nearby, was dazed by the shockwave and fell into the cabin.

"Enemy attack! Nine o'clock! All personnel take cover!"

The driver stepped on the gas, and the tank roared as it reversed.