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

Han Chuan Meiyue had no choice but to sit up again, loosen the restraints on her ankles, and roll her eyes at him: "Little brat."

She makes it sound like she knows it.

After studying it for a while, I finally got it working.

"That's strange, this massage oil actually has a scent. I wonder how they came up with it."

Meiyue pursed her lips, tried it again, and looked up to see his gaze, finding it quite interesting.

She curled her lips into a smile, flicked her fingers lightly, and lay back down: "Hurry up and give me a massage."

"They're here..."

……

With no other invitations, the weekend became their time all to themselves.

Meanwhile, the actions of the clones have not stopped in the past two days.

On the night before the final exams, Han Chuan You focused his attention on his clone.

It was evening in Hakrija.

Inside a heavily guarded office residence.

Lowell looked grim.

He looked at the clerk who knocked and entered: "Still no clues about Death?"

"No, Death always appears suddenly and disappears just as suddenly."

During this period, they suffered heavy losses.

"What about the refugee camps? Have they been checked?"

"We checked several times but found nothing unusual. We cannot rule out the possibility that someone is deliberately hiding the news about Death."

Lowell slammed his hand on the table.

How could a living person suddenly appear and then disappear?

If all else fails, he plans to launch a brutal missile barrage on Gaza, reducing it to rubble. That way, death will have nowhere to hide. He has the guts to do it.

He controls most of Israel's missiles, and even the prime minister has to be mindful of his wishes.

During this period, they suffered thousands of casualties, a loss that was absolutely unbearable. They had reached a point where it was a matter of life and death with death itself.

“Um… Secretary Lowell, the President of the United States spoke with the Prime Minister on the phone about Death. They hope we can negotiate with Death and stop escalating the conflict.”

"What did the Prime Minister say?"

"His face looked terrible, like he'd had a fight with the other person."

Lowell gave a cold laugh.

That's for sure. Neither I nor the Prime Minister will have a good ending if we start peace talks.

Relations between the two countries were also tense during this period.

The United States still needs them, so they haven't completely broken off relations yet.

But it is absolutely impossible for the United States to sacrifice Israel's interests to achieve its own.

Israel has no way out.

Let this fire burn even more fiercely.

The United States should not be able to remain unaffected either.

He began to devise a plan to redirect the conflict with Death toward the United States, or even other countries.

This would at least give Israel a chance to catch its breath.

This matter still needs to be discussed with the Premier.

Impersonating someone from another country and taking action against death... dragging all the countries into this seems like a good option.

During the time that Death has been in the Middle East, those countries have been making restless moves.

He stood up, his eyes dark, and slowly exhaled.

"Get the car ready, let's go find the Premier."

"Yes."

The officer began giving instructions quickly.

At times like these, the Minister of Security's travels naturally require the highest level of security measures.

Military and police forces were deployed along key roads, on alert for any potential incidents.

Once everything was in place, a Mossad elite squad, armed with live ammunition, escorted Lovell toward the exit and finally boarded a heavily armored vehicle.

An unidentified vehicle slowly drove out of the building.

Such military operations had become commonplace and did not attract much attention, but in the eyes of Han Chuan You, who was standing on the roof of a certain tallest building, the identities of the people inside were clearly revealed.

Looking at the red label below, which reads "the incarnation of a demon," a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Finally, I've found someone with real substance.

In the past two days, he has turned Gaza upside down and cleared out two more of the Heavenly Army's bases. He has achieved his goal of deterring those soldiers, and the rebels are beginning to fight back.

He could clearly sense that the bombing frequency here was much higher than before.

To prevent these people from escaping halfway, he planned to eliminate as many of the masterminds behind the scenes as possible.

According to the Dark Light Society's intelligence, he already knew the approximate location of the hiding place of high-ranking Israeli officials.

And today, he's run into his own fate.

Han Chuanyou produced an Iron Armor Talisman, activated it, and slapped it onto his body.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped and fell from the rooftop.

With light steps, I traversed rooftops, balconies, and streetlights before finally landing steadily on the street.

The moment he landed, he attracted the attention of the surrounding military and police. Without any unnecessary movements, he drew his long sword from his waist and charged straight ahead.

The convoy instantly descended into chaos.

"Enemy attack!"

"It's Death!"

Inside the armored vehicle, Lovell heard the shouts outside and his heart skipped a beat.

Death? Wasn't he in Gaza? How did he end up in Tel Aviv?

"Call for help! Defeat him!"

This place is in a central location, surrounded by military bases.

There is still a chance if we can evacuate before Death breaks through the blockade.

"Hurry up!" he urged the driver sharply.

Several disguised vehicles drove off in different directions, attempting to confuse Death's judgment.

Han Chuanyou locked his gaze on the real armored vehicle and continued his advance.

Gunshots rang out, and bullets rained down like a storm.

His longsword traced an elegant and swift arc, deflecting the incoming hail of bullets one by one.

Simultaneously, the left hand pulled the trigger of the spirit gun, and several beams of white light shot out, accurately naming the surrounding soldiers one by one.

A soldier carrying an anti-tank rocket on his shoulder pulled the trigger, and the rocket flew straight towards him, spewing flames.

Hankawa Yu raised his gun.

The spirit bullet and the rocket collided in mid-air and exploded with a loud bang.

The shockwave swept around, instantly shattering the internal organs of several soldiers, sending them flying like kites with broken strings.

He continued his advance.

The soldiers and police who tried to stop him fell one by one under his knife, and blood spread across the road. The vehicle-mounted machine gun did not cause him any harm, and he also named the machine gunners one by one.

"He's caught up!"

Inside the vehicle, the Mossad elite looked at the approaching figure behind them, and a hint of fear finally surfaced in their eyes.

Han Chuanyou stared at the armored vehicle that was gradually accelerating, and took out the M24 from behind him.

Lowell saw the uniquely shaped long gun in the rearview mirror, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That weapon again! Images of destroying fighter jets flashed wildly through my mind.

He suddenly regretted coming out at this time, and also, how did the other party know his identity?!

But there was no time to think about it now; he sensed the approach of death.

A thick, purple beam of light hurtled towards them, striking the side of the armored vehicle with pinpoint accuracy.

Do not! !

The thick armor was pierced as easily as paper, and everything inside the vehicle was instantly annihilated in the purple light.

Lowell clearly felt his soul being torn to pieces in an instant, and his body gradually dissolving.

The despair in my heart came to an abrupt end with the complete demise of my body.

The shockwave flipped the armored vehicle over, and it rolled several times before coming to a stop.

Han Chuanyou sheathed his gun and glanced around.

The other vehicles had already scattered and fled, leaving only burning wreckage and scattered corpses on the road. He put away his M24, leaped a few more times, and his figure quickly disappeared.

Chapter 237 Night Raid, Second Cycle

After the operation that shocked the entire Middle East ended, some insignificant resources were acquired.

Han Chuanyou didn't pay much attention; with a breakthrough imminent, he began to focus on cultivation.

Holding the spirit stone in his hand, he adjusted the flow of time around him to one to five. He didn't feel any difference, but the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy increased fivefold compared to before.

The spiritual energy flowed into his meridians like a stream, circulating continuously within his body. It was condensed and compressed time and again, eventually transforming into pure spiritual liquid that slowly sank into his dantian.

The spiritual energy around him rippled, and after a moment, a faint muffled sound, audible only to himself, emanated from within his body, like a raging river bursting through a dam.

He slowly opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

Mid-stage of foundation building, breakthrough.

The speed is much faster than before, and the Golden Core stage is no longer so far away.

It was also thanks to his so-called exchange of Taoist teachings with Meiyue that he was able to take a big step forward.

Isn't this encouraging yourself to be more aroused?

Han Chuanyou shook his head, feeling that it was really not very proper.

Meanwhile, next door, Yukinoshita Yuri, who couldn't sleep, opened her eyes and slowly got up.

Just as Han Chuanyou was lying in bed, experiencing the difference between his improved cultivation and the past,

A faint knocking sound came from the sliding door of the balcony, like some kind of special code.

He sat up and clearly sensed a familiar figure outside the balcony. The balconies of the two rooms were connected by a low ladder.

His expression turned strange. After so long, why was Miss Lily resorting to this night raid again?

He got up from the bed and opened the sliding door.

Yukinoshita Yuri wore a white nightgown tonight, the off-the-shoulder neckline revealing her fair collarbone and a touch of softness, making her gentle and beautiful.

She raised her gentle face, her beautiful eyes gazing at him tenderly, took a step forward, and pressed her soft, delicate body against his chest, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist:

"Yu-kun, I can't hold back anymore, carry me inside..."

A warm fragrance enveloped him, and Han Chuanyou looked down at the woman in his arms, still not quite reacting.

"it is good……"

He lifted the woman's buttocks, pressing her tightly against him, and walked towards the bed, each step intensifying the soft touch of her body.

As soon as Yukinoshita Yuri sat down, she reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, applying a slight pull.