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

As if she had thought of something, she revealed a wicked smile and looked at the other person meaningfully.

Do you think I'd let you do whatever you want?

Yagyu Genon returned the look with the same disdain.

……

The White House, America.

Oval office.

The president pressed a button on the corner of the table, and a moment later, a servant pushed open the door and brought in a bottle of iced cola, with fine water droplets condensing on the glass.

He unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and watched the cool liquid slide down his throat, squinting his eyes in enjoyment.

Sure enough, he still preferred cola to alcohol. The last time he visited Xia Country, the spicy liquor there had really given him a hard time.

He put down his Coke and turned his gaze to Rudy Hall, the CIA director sitting opposite him.

"Have the specific reasons for the situation in the Middle East been identified?"

Rudy nodded slightly:

"According to joint research by think tanks and intelligence agencies, these consecutive anomalies are completely inconsistent with known natural laws and cannot be explained by any existing climate models or geological activities."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"We tend to believe that these events are closely related to death, but the specific mechanisms remain unclear."

"Ah."

The president frowned and nodded seriously.

What is the current situation in Israel?

"The entire city of Tel Aviv is currently in complete chaos, with water and power shortages, social order has completely collapsed, and protests have broken out in many cities, especially Jerusalem."

As a religious center, the fact that one sect was abandoned by its own God and subjected to divine punishment was incredibly good news for the other two sects.

As chosen people abandoned by God, what right do they have to enter the Holy City?

Once faith collapses, it not only shakes individuals, but also threatens the entire social order and even the very foundation of the nation built upon that faith, which can crumble in an instant.

The arrival of the ten plagues was a devastating blow to this sect.

"Israel..."

The president pondered for a moment.

While Israel and the United States are indeed allies, they also have internal conflicts. Israel's financial groups control many of America's key interests and are involved in numerous industries.

There have been numerous frictions with the Onsa Group.

If they can use this opportunity to completely eliminate the other side, it would be an excellent opportunity for their party.

For the United States, allies must be able to generate benefits for it, must not be a hindrance, and must be obedient.

The current state of Israel is clearly not up to par.

Then, recalling how he had personally intervened to try and win a Nobel Peace Prize, only to be met with the old man's complete disregard, a hint of displeasure flashed in the president's eyes.

Now that they are in crisis and struggling to survive, they shouldn't blame him for not offering help.

Even if the country were to change, with the power the United States has accumulated in the Middle East, it is confident that it can rebuild a new pro-American regime.

With that thought in mind, he picked up his phone and took a picture of the Coke bottle in his hand and the clear sky outside the window.

The sun was shining brightly, the clouds were thin, and the sky was a beautiful blue.

He opened the social media platform and posted a short message:

The American sun rises as usual. I admire the strong. Death, a toast to you. Welcome to the White House.

This tweet suggests that the United States has no intention of getting involved and also expresses goodwill towards death.

With this level of strength, past conflicts can be considered misunderstandings.

There are no permanent enemies; they can forgive and forget.

As for whether things will change in the future, at least for now, he really wants to be friends with the other person, and it would be even better if he could get something from him.

Chapter 245 Special Supplies for the Younger Brother, An Unexpected Encounter

July 5th, cloudy.

A strong wind and rainstorm hit last night, and Han Chuan Mei Yue's little garden was completely ravaged by the wind.

Meiyue's room faces the courtyard downstairs. She opened the window, and the sight of broken branches and leaves in the courtyard gave her a headache.

"My flowers are all dying, it's such a hassle. Xiaoyou, I'm leaving the task of cleaning the yard to you."

Han Chuanyou stood behind Meiyue, wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and pressed his body against hers.

Mizuki, who had just woken up, was still warm, and her messy hair made her look sexy and languid.

He brought his nose close to her ear, inhaling her fragrance: "What a pity, I have to go to school now. I'm leaving you in my care. My job is just to water you..."

She wore a short-sleeved shirt and shorts on her alluring body, her hand gliding over her smooth, white thighs and slipping inside her clothes.

Han Chuan Mei Yue was pressed against the edge of the windowsill by him, her head turned to the side, her thick black hair sweeping across her neck, revealing her beautiful face:

"Is it really necessary to be so energetic so early in the morning? Didn't you have enough last night?"

Mitsuki Samkawa is strange.

I feel that my mental state has improved a lot during this period. Even though I sleep less every day, I still don't feel tired.

"It's never enough, my dear sister..."

Han Chuan You reached out and pinched Mei Yue's chin, turning her head to face him. He leaned forward and kissed her, along with the strands of hair around her lips.

Worried about being spotted by passersby, Han Chuan Meiyue stepped back, turned around, and pushed against his chest: "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

Han Chuan You grabbed her hand: "It doesn't matter, Mei Yue. Come on, I'll treat you to breakfast."

"I want to eat a proper meal."

"I beg you."

Han Chuan Mei Yue sighed helplessly, gave it a slight tug, and said irritably, "Sit on the bed."

I always warn myself not to spoil him too much, but whenever he makes such a request, I can't help but agree and even enjoy his dependence on me.

"I love you so much, let's try it this time..."

"You can feel it?"

"How would I know?"

Han Chuan You planned to grab something quick for breakfast at a convenience store, picked up her schoolbag, and prepared to head to school.

Hanchuan Mizuki was completely full and didn't want to eat anything.

Seeing that Mizuki had changed her clothes, picked up her handbag, and was also preparing to leave, Han Chuanyou said, "My interview won't be until the afternoon, so you can rest at home this morning."

Han Chuan Meiyue smoothed his collar with her fingers and then straightened his tie:

I've made plans to meet up with some friends. I'll call you when I get to school this afternoon.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

……

Shibuya Ward,

Daikanyama, IvyPlace.

Surrounded by beech trees, the forest trails are spacious and comfortable, and the terrace is covered and air-conditioned, offering views of the lush greenery of Daikanyama in early summer.

It was a weekday, and the quiet environment made me feel at ease.

From afar, Mizuki Hanakawa spotted Umi Hamabe sitting at the outermost table.

She pulled out a chair, put her bag on it, and then pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

"How come you have the time to ask me out during the day?"

Hamabe Umiha rested one hand on her alluring face, her black dress perfectly complementing her.

"I can't get you to go out tonight. I want you to come to my place for a big drink, but I can't find an opportunity. I'm thinking about my brother all the time."

The waiter brought the food over and placed it on the table.

"I said I hadn't eaten, so I ordered this for you. Eat up."

Han Chuan Mizuki looked at the Wagyu beef sandwich in front of her. The aroma of Wagyu beef fat was very strong. If it were before, she would definitely have a big appetite. However, she had just eaten her brother's special meal and was quite full. She was not hungry at all at this moment.

Picking up her latte, and seeing that she didn't move, Hamabe Umika asked in confusion:

"Why aren't you eating? This is premium domestic Wagyu beef. I specially ordered it for you because I was in a good mood."

Mizuki glanced at her, unsure how to explain, and simply picked up the sandwich:

"I always feel like you have ulterior motives..."

Before she could finish speaking, she let out a breath as if she had eaten her fill.

Hamabe Umi waved in front of her nose.

"What's that taste? It's weird."

Han Chuan Meiyue's expression turned somewhat strange. She took a bite of her sandwich and explained vaguely, "I just ate a little something."

Hamabe Umi felt that her reaction was a bit strange, but she couldn't figure it out and didn't ask any more questions.

The two chatted casually.

After eating for a while, Mizuki Hanakawa finally finished her latte and sandwich. Coming from an ordinary family, she couldn't afford to waste such expensive food.

Hamabe Umika finished her latte in one gulp, picked up the black bag next to her, and said, "Let's go, you really are stuffed. Let's go for a walk to digest."

I came out of IvyPlace.

The two walked along the trail. It was only 9:30. The shade of the trees was cool, and a gentle breeze was blowing on their faces. It was very comfortable.

Step into a quiet bookstore.

Hamabe Umiho picked up a photography book and flipped through it. Seeing that no one was around, she seemed to remember something:

"Mizuki, do you think people experience strange sensations after being hit?"

Mizuki Hanakawa closed the magazine in her hand.

Although the two often discuss many private, even somewhat perverse, topics in private, this was the first time they had ever talked about something so bizarre.

"Why ask this? I don't know anything about it."

"Just asking, haven't you guys ever done this before?"

Can we change the subject?

Binbian Haihe chuckled, thinking to herself that she was indeed a sly woman, actually playing such a wild game.

"So, that means we've already done it?"

"So what if you've had it? At most, you just felt a little pain."

Sometimes when he gets excited, that brat will indeed hit me. I've been hit by him quite a few times before, but at most it's just exciting.

Judging from the other person's expression, and seeing that it didn't seem like a lie, Hamabe Umi remained silent for a long time, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

This is completely different from me.

Hamabe Umi doesn't believe she has such an outrageous fetish.

She's definitely not a pervert; she wants to prove it.

"Mizuki, hit me."

Hanchuan Mizuki took a step back, as if looking at a pervert:

"Are you really a lesbian? Or a submissive?"

Hamabe Umi rolled her eyes, and seeing that no one was around, she stuck out her buttocks and gestured to her:

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and hit me. I'm having a serious discussion with you."

"You said that?"