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

Today she's going to take matters into her own hands and settle the score.

She touched the amulet hanging on her chest. She wasn't going to her death; this amulet was her source of confidence. She just hoped he wasn't lying to her.

If we can't win, we can always call for help.

She approached the bookshelf, reached out and touched the fifth book from the right in the upper right corner, pulled it out, then slipped her hand into a hidden compartment and pressed a button.

The bookshelf slowly rotated, revealing a neatly arranged equipment wall inside.

Bulletproof vests, daggers, pistols, rifles—all kinds of weapons are available.

She took a deep breath and began selecting the things she would need for the evening.

To make it easier to move around, she changed into a slightly tight black outfit, which perfectly accentuated her slender figure.

He wore a coat over his shoulders, and underneath was a special bulletproof vest, a rare find that could withstand some 76mm bullets while being very lightweight.

The pistol was tucked into his waistband, concealed by his coat.

She picked up a baseball cap and put it on, her hair pulled back through the opening at the back of the cap, ready to go.

Just then, a familiar voice appeared in Hamabe Umiho's mind.

I'm coming to your place tonight; the intelligence is ready.

I almost forgot that today is the day Death comes here.

Hamabe Umiko hesitated for a moment: "I have an operation tonight, I'm going to kill someone, how about we postpone it to tomorrow?"

Han Chuan You, who was about to set off, raised an eyebrow.

kill?

He subconsciously did some quick calculations and couldn't help but sigh. After all, she was Meiyue's best friend; it wouldn't be right not to help.

Okay, go ahead.

Hearing his voice, Hamabe Umi felt more at ease, got into a red sedan, and started the engine.

……

Streets in Adachi Ward.

Mikhail was driving a black jeep with music playing inside. He swayed his head from side to side to the rhythm, but his eyes were scanning his surroundings warily.

He came to Tokyo this time to find the Grim Reaper.

Because the mission was delayed, I never expected to hear the news that death had appeared in the Middle East.

However, the current political situation in the island nation is chaotic, leaving him with a lot of work to do.

Just the day before yesterday, he received a task, and the task was very simple.

It appears that a member of parliament who was opposing the militarization of the island nation had a grudge against the ruling party, and in order to threaten that member of parliament, demanded that the member of parliament's family members die accidentally.

But to satisfy his own amusement, he had the senator's youngest daughter fall alive from the high-rise building, landing right in front of the senator.

A morbid glint flashed in his eyes. Sure enough, he enjoyed the feeling of taking other people's lives.

Five hundred thousand dollars should be enough for him to live on for a while.

As for why he hadn't left after the mission was over, his gaze seemed to drift unintentionally to the car behind him, and a smile played on his lips.

The fish has taken the bait.

He accidentally discovered that his enemy had a daughter who was following in her father's footsteps, so of course he had to eliminate her completely.

It seemed as if he had inadvertently revealed his whereabouts, but in reality, everything was within his plan.

He sped up and drove in one direction.

Inside the red sedan, Hamabe Umi stared at the taillights of the car in front of her, her uneasy feeling growing stronger. She hesitated for a moment.

Immediately, the image of my father's gentle smile flashed through my mind.

Anger surged from her chest, and she stepped on the gas, accelerating to catch up.

The car eventually stopped in front of a remote, abandoned factory.

Mikhail had already gotten out of the car and was standing at the factory gate with a mocking smile on his lips, as if he was certain she would follow.

"I spotted you a while ago. If you want revenge, come on over."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the factory.

"asshole!"

Hamabe Umi realized that this was clearly a trap set for her.

But now, this was probably her only chance. She gritted her teeth, stepped on the gas, and the car sped straight ahead.

She cautiously stepped into the factory, hiding behind a row of wooden crates, and peered out to search for the other person.

However, she was met with a dull gunshot.

The bullet grazed the spot she had just peeked out, striking the metal sheet behind her and sending sparks flying.

She immediately retreated, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. The other party seemed very familiar with the terrain; this was troublesome.

Hearing the sound of the other person running, she peeked out again and saw Mikhail's figure rapidly climbing up the iron frame on the second floor.

She immediately drew her gun and pulled the trigger repeatedly. Several gunshots echoed in the empty factory, but the other party had already disappeared after a few rolls.

Inside the vast factory, it was so quiet that only her own breathing could be heard.

Now it seemed that even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't. The other party was probably waiting somewhere to shoot her. She gritted her teeth and chased after them.

Meanwhile, Mikhail, lurking in the shadows, awaited his next opportunity. He had surveyed this factory countless times, and he was confident he could wear her down to death here.

Another shot rang out, the bullet flying from a tricky angle.

The alarm bells rang loudly in the heart of the sea lily by the shore, yet there was no way to avoid it.

The moment the bullet reached her chest, the amulet suddenly emitted a faint light, and a thin layer of spiritual energy shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the bullet with a crisp sound.

The bullet landed on the ground and rolled twice.

Hamabe Umi looked at the bullets on the ground and felt a surge of joy. They really worked! Death God, I love you to death!

Her confidence soared, but she didn't know how long this spiritual energy shield would last.

She needed to finish this quickly, so she gripped her pistol and chased after Mikhail.

Mikhail looked surprised. He knew his marksmanship; that shot should have hit.

His gaze sharpened, and he realized something was wrong.

But he remains very confident in his abilities.

The two began a fight inside the factory.

Bullets crisscrossed in the empty factory, and the dust on the iron frames was shaken off by the gunfire. Hamabe Umiha approached several times, but was always managed to distance herself from the enemy at the last moment by using the terrain.

She became increasingly anxious as she fought, her breathing became rapid, and her arms began to ache.

The drawbacks of prolonged slackness have become apparent.

In the shadows, Han Chuanyou leaned against the beam, watching the chase below that resembled a battle between novice peckers, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Ten minutes are almost up. If this continues, Hamabe Umiho might really be worn out here.

Sure enough, at that moment, the spiritual energy shield in front of Hamabe Umiha suddenly flashed and then completely dissipated.

A bullet was fired from the shadows and struck her squarely in the chest.

She felt a tightness in her chest and staggered a few steps.

Although the bulletproof vest cushioned the impact, the force still made her short of breath. She knelt on one knee, sensing something was wrong.

Unexpectedly, thanks to his familiarity with the terrain, she was still unable to defeat him despite using all her skills.

Chapter 243 Han Chuan You Reaps the Consequences (Too busy today, missed it... 9k)

Upon seeing this, Mikhail emerged from the shadows, raised his gun, and aimed it at her, a calm smile returning to his lips.

He said that despite his extensive experience, he hadn't been able to take down a guy whose main business was intelligence.

"You've lost. Go down and see your father."

"Really... in the end, I still have to make the appearance."

A lazy voice came from the side.

Mikhail turned his head sharply and saw that Han Chuanyou's figure had appeared in the center of the factory at some point, as if he had walked out of the shadows without making a sound.

That feature, that mask, that sense of oppression.

Mikhail recognized the other party almost instinctively: Death.

He raised his gun and fired without hesitation.

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet struck Han Chuanyou squarely between the eyebrows.

Han Chuanyou flicked his finger, and the bullet was deflected, flying back along its original path and embedding itself in the iron pillar next to him.

Mikhail's pupils constricted sharply. What kind of power was this?!

Han Chuan You glanced at Hamabe Kaika, who was standing next to him with an equally dazed look: "Want revenge?"

Hamabe Umiho came to her senses and felt a great sense of security welling up inside her.

The shadow of death gradually faded, and she nodded heavily.

Han Chuanyou didn't say anything more. He leaped up and, with lightning speed, landed directly on the iron frame on the second floor.

Mikhail repeatedly pulled the trigger, gunshots rang out, bullets poured out, hitting Han Chuanyou's body, but not even touching the hem of his clothes, all blocked by the shield formed by spiritual energy.

A fist loomed large before his eyes and slammed into his abdomen.

"Oh no!"

Mikhail curled up into a ball, kneeling on the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Han Chuan You lifted him up with one hand and casually tossed him down. Mikhail's body crashed heavily at the feet of Hamabe Haihe, raising a cloud of dust.

Mikhail cried out in pain again, blood spilling from his mouth from the impact. He curled up on the ground, feeling as if his body had fallen apart.

Hamabe Umi lowered her head, looking at the man curled up on the ground. This hateful face gradually overlapped with the image of her father lying in a pool of blood in her memory.

She took a deep breath.

An indescribable emotion erupted within her. If her father hadn't hidden her well, she feared she would have already died at his hands.

"You bastard, die!!"

She gripped the dagger tightly, crouched down, plunged the knife into his shoulder, pulled it out, and then plunged it into the other side.

Mikhail let out a low, hoarse cry of pain, but she seemed not to hear it, continuing to thrust the dagger in and out.

Until the other person completely stopped breathing.

Hamabe Umi's chest heaved gradually subsided. She released the hilt of her knife, stood up, looked at the grotesque face of the dead, and let out a long breath.

"Alright, the person is dead, it's time to go."

Han Chuanyou's voice came from the side.

Hamabe Umika raised her eyes to look at him:

"You've been watching me the whole time?"

"Otherwise, I won't help you; I'll just teach you a lesson."

Han Chuanyou's tone remained languid as he raised his hand and gave her bottom a heavy slap, saying irritably:

"Not only is he incompetent, but he's also so reckless. He won't be so lucky next time. I never thought I had such a stupid subordinate. It's shameful."

The fullness under the tight pants was quite elastic.

The stinging pain in her back made her frown, and her body suddenly felt weak.

Hamabe Umi glared at him: "You..."

“Call me Lord Death,” he added.

Hamabe Umiho covered her buttocks, feeling both angry and furious, but the scene of him helping her earlier made her feel no ill will.

"Lord Death..."