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

"Do you want me to give it to you?"

Although he really wanted it, Han Chuanyou sensed danger in her words and wisely refused, saying, "No, I have enough money on me."

Han Chuan Meiyue snorted lightly: "Go ahead, but remember to be back before 9:30, or you can forget about entering this house."

"understood."

Han Chuanyou grabbed her coat and slipped out the door.

Chapter 5 The Cuckold

Actually, Han Chuan You lied.

The excuse about making plans with classmates was just something I made up on the spot.

What he really wanted to do was to test his inner thoughts and see how effective the so-called Qi Gathering Pill was on ordinary people, so that he could consider whether to give it to Meiyue.

As for the test subjects, it's best to choose villains.

After all, the night is a breeding ground for evil, and beneath the seemingly prosperous surface of Tokyo lie many places rife with filth and corruption.

If it's effective, then kill him; if it's ineffective, or even has side effects, then there's no need for him to take action. At most, he can help relieve the pain.

After starting his cultivation journey, Han Chuanyou found that his mindset had also changed.

It felt like something inside me was awakening.

It was a subtle sense of detachment, like stepping out of the mire and standing on a higher place, looking down at the masses who were still trapped in it.

Those villains, those social outcasts, are now nothing more than a pile of garbage waiting to be swept away in his eyes.

In Tokyo at night, neon lights shimmer across the sky, and people indulge in a life of debauchery in noisy izakayas.

On the street corner, bottles lay scattered on the ground, and drunkards sank into a state of debauchery, as if they had been forgotten by the city.

Seeing all this, Han Chuanyou had no time to linger and continued to select suitable candidates.

I passed by a small park.

[You discover ordinary people being persecuted by heretical practitioners, the victims are suffering and about to end their lives. As a disciple of a righteous sect, what will you choose...?]

Han Chuanyou's eyes flickered slightly as he looked into the park.

Under the dim streetlights, a young man with a dejected expression sat on a park bench, chugging down one drink after another, with several empty cans scattered at his feet.

He didn't stop, as if he were just passing by, and continued walking forward.

After circling around for a long time and confirming that there were no pedestrians around, he activated the Mist Concealment Technique.

This is the concealment technique I found in the bookstore. It can shroud the human body in a layer of mist, obscuring all physical characteristics. It is an essential skill for murder, robbery, and even everyday life.

At that moment, the man, reeking of alcohol, suddenly had a knife in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His eyes flickered with struggle and resentment, his wrist trembled slightly, but he hesitated to strike.

"Are you planning to commit suicide?"

The man looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

A figure shrouded in mist stood a few steps away, its face and form indistinct, as if it had stepped out of another world.

The man wasn't alarmed; instead, he showed a hint of relief.

"You...you're Death? So...I'm already dead?"

"You're not dead." Han Chuanyou said calmly. "Death is the act of a coward, not a relief. Tell me, why are you so eager to die? Perhaps I can help you."

"I'm not dead?"

The man was stunned. His gaze slowly shifted from blank to complex, as if his last illusion had been shattered, forcing him to confront the harsh reality.

He covered his head, dug his fingers deep into his hair, and curled up as if his bones had been removed, plunging into extreme pain.

"Because I'm a loser, I've lost the will to live..."

Takehiko Inoue once had a woman he deeply loved.

They met in college. Back then, her smile was like cherry blossoms in spring. He thought he was the luckiest man in the world. After graduation, he worked hard, saved money to buy a house, and gave her a warm home.

At their wedding, when she said "I do" to him in her white wedding dress, he felt that his life had been worthwhile.

But I woke up from the dream abruptly.

It started around the second year of their marriage. His wife came home later and later, her phone was always in her hand, and she would always hide on the balcony to answer calls. When he asked her why, she said it was for work-related socializing and that she thought he was annoying and suspicious.

He believed her because she was his wife and he loved her.

One day, he left work early and came home. When he opened the door, he heard his wife making love with someone else in the bedroom.

He gripped the doorknob, trembling all over, but ultimately couldn't push the door open.

He chose to remain calm, hired a lawyer, and planned to part ways with her amicably.

But he didn't expect that woman to be even more ruthless than he imagined.

She stopped pretending. Her former gentleness was gone. She said she could no longer give him a sense of novelty. She had just made the mistake that every woman makes.

She even went so far as to belittle him, saying he was a failure, unable to give her happiness, and that she regretted marrying him. Every word she uttered was like a knife stabbing into his heart.

On the day of her court appearance, the man sitting next to her was dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was her lover and also her lawyer.

In court, she wept uncontrollably, accusing him of years of domestic violence. He watched helplessly as the face that had once captivated him uttered one fabricated lie after another.

The male lawyer also produced evidence.

The hospital's medical report, neighbors' testimonies, and even several photos taken after she was beaten.

He tried to argue, but the judge delivered the verdict directly.

He lost.

The house, savings, and car were mostly awarded to her, and he still has to pay alimony every month, on the grounds that the domestic violence caused damage to the woman's physical and mental health.

When the news reached his hometown, his mother, who was over sixty years old, fainted on the spot and never woke up again.

The doctor said it was a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

His colleagues found out about it and began to suspect and distance themselves from him. His boss talked to him, saying that the company's image was very important, and handed him a termination notice.

Overnight, he lost everything.

He lost his wife, his house, his job, and even his mother, who was the last person he cared about, was gone. He was even threatened by gangsters.

He was furious. He considered appealing, but the other party was a lawyer, and he had no money or power; he couldn't even afford the consultation fee.

He wanted to report it, but he couldn't provide any evidence and was instead sued for defamation.

He couldn't go on living; his heart was completely dead.

So tonight, he bought alcohol and a knife, ready to end it all.

After hearing his story, although she sympathized with the man's experience, Han Chuan You looked down on him somewhat:

"They're dead, and you're letting that scoundrel go unpunished? Where's your sense of masculinity?"

Takehiko Inoue looked up at him, his eyes gradually brightening, as if he had been persuaded by what he said.

Han Chuanyou spoke again: "If you're worried that your strength isn't enough, I can help you. You have two choices."

He stretched out his hand, and a pale blue Qi Gathering Pill lay quietly in his palm.

"First, eating this may or may not have side effects, and it may even give you the power of revenge so you can take revenge on that despicable couple yourself; second, let me help you get rid of them, and you will not face any risks."

Inoue Takehiko stared at the pill, his breathing becoming heavy. A few seconds later, without hesitation, he reached out, grabbed the Qi Gathering Pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

“I choose the first one.” His voice was hoarse but firm. “I want to make those two scoundrels pay the price with my own hands.”

The moment the pill entered his stomach, a scorching current of heat burst forth from his stomach, surging like magma to his limbs and bones. Inoue Takehiko groaned, his whole body arched, veins bulged, and sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

"what……"

He gritted his teeth, letting out a suppressed growl as the heat surged through his body.

Han Chuanyou watched quietly without making a move.

He could clearly feel a spiritual energy emanating from the man's body. It seemed that no matter how strong the spiritual energy was, it was of little use if the body couldn't retain it.

Inoue Takehiko's breathing gradually subsided. He slowly straightened up, looked down at his hands, and could feel an unprecedented power surging within him, like a sleeping beast being awakened.

How does it feel?

"I feel like I'm full of energy."

"Then hurry up, before this power dissipates, and do what you want to do."

"it is good……"

The power he clearly felt fueled the burning desire for revenge within him.

He didn't care about the identity of the person in front of him.

Being able to take revenge is enough.

He took out his phone, dialed a number, and the call was quickly answered.

"I need to talk to you about the division of property... Is Liu Hui with you?... I understand."

Chapter 6 A Man's Wrath

The Rose Nightclub, located at the north exit of Nakano Station, is also part of the Matsukawa-kai's territory.

Inside the private room, amidst the singing and dancing, a man with a tattoo on his arm took a sip of his drink and asked, "The phone number of that person you recently got your hands on?"

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled and nodded:

"Yeah, looks like they couldn't hold on any longer and are sending money over."

"I really envy you guys," Ono Jiro grinned. "You can make money hand over fist with just a few tricks, and there's hardly any risk involved."

"No problem." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses and said casually, "Now I don't need to ask you for help anymore. Once the payment is received, the commission will be transferred to your account immediately."

"Haha! No problem!"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was named Takashi Yamamoto, a notorious litigator in Tokyo's legal circles.

Whether it's divorce property division, workplace disputes, or debt collection, he can turn black into white and turn a dead end into a way out.

But he never relied on finding loopholes in the law, but rather on underhanded methods.

First, he fabricated evidence. He had several skilled people working for him who specialized in forging medical records, injury assessments, and chat logs, and could create evidence as needed.

Inoue Takehiko's so-called domestic violence medical report was written by him.

Secondly, they bribe witnesses: neighbors' testimonies, the woman's best friend's corroborating testimony, and even hospital nurses. As long as the money is right, there is no testimony that cannot be bought.

Thirdly, he exerts pressure through public opinion. He knows several tabloid reporters and, when necessary, leaks information to portray the other party as a "domestic abuser" or a "scumbag," letting public opinion condemn the person to death first.

As for the fourth option, it is to cooperate with yakuza organizations. If the other party is not sensible and refuses to reconcile, he will send people like the tattooed man to talk to them.

Knocking on doors late at night, blocking company entrances, stuffing threatening letters into homes... After a few times, even the most principled person would have to give in.

This divorce case involving Takehiko Inoue also happened to fall into his area of ​​expertise.

Not only did he take his wife, but he also watched helplessly as he was ruined and suffered a fate worse than death. This double pleasure was extremely delightful.

That woman was really stupid. She hooked up with him with just a few sweet words and then cooperated so well in smearing Inoue Takehiko. Although the experience in bed was quite good, she wasn't very bright.

Let's play with her a little longer. Once we're tired of her, we'll kick her to the curb. Anyway, her usefulness is almost over.

Takashi Yamamoto raised his glass, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Everything is under control.

……

The north exit of Nakano Station, a transportation hub in Nakano Ward, may not have the sleepless atmosphere of Shinjuku, but it is still a lively place with bright lights and bustling activity.

Amidst the comings and goings of people, office workers who have just finished get off work gather in small groups, either heading into izakayas or karaoke bars, using alcohol and noise to unwind from the day's fatigue.

A black car was parked on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Takehiko Inoue stepped out.

His expression was indifferent, but his eyes suppressed a barely contained rage that was about to burst forth. One hand was tightly clenched inside his coat, where the knife that was meant to end his life was hidden.

His resolute demeanor attracted the attention of passersby, who curiously observed him and subconsciously avoided his path.

With a clear goal in mind, Inoue Takehiko strode quickly toward the nightclub entrance.