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

Inoue Takashi met his gaze, his face filled with terror.

"I just want you dead!"

Inoue Takehiko roared, as if to vent all the grievances he had suffered during this time, and grabbed Yamamoto Takashi's face, slamming it hard against the wall.

Takashi Yamamoto's nose broke, and blood spurted out along with broken teeth. Shards of his shattered glasses pierced his eyeballs, and he fell to the ground, clutching his eyes and howling in pain.

Inoue Takehiko bent down, grabbed the hair at the back of his head again, pulled his head back, and then slammed it forward again.

"boom!"

With his forehead slamming against the wall, Yamamoto Takashi's consciousness began to blur, but he was still begging for mercy.

"I...I was wrong, please...forgive me..."

"boom!"

The second blow caused the skull to cave in, and blood splattered onto the wall in a flower-like pattern.

"boom!"

With the third blow, Yamamoto Takashi's body went completely limp, collapsing to the ground like a lump of mud, and he could no longer make a sound.

A grayish-white substance mixed with blood slowly flowed out of the wound.

Takehiko Inoue released his grip and stood up.

He glanced at the hostesses huddled together in the private room, said nothing, and turned to walk out the door.

Bloody footprints were left on the carpet in the corridor, stretching all the way before disappearing into the night.

Time to get to the next game.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang particularly jarringly in the apartment late at night.

"Who is it?" A woman's voice, tinged with impatience, came from behind the door.

"Liu Hui, it's me."

The footsteps inside the door paused for a moment, followed by the patter of slippers on the floor. The door opened a crack, and a woman's face peeked out from behind it.

Inoue Ryuke was wearing a silk bathrobe, her hair slightly damp, clearly having just taken a shower. When she saw the person standing at the door, she paused for a moment, then frowned, her tone full of annoyance.

"What are you doing here? Wasn't the property division already settled? Are you crazy, coming in the middle of the night?"

Takehiko Inoue stood at the door without saying a word.

The corridor lights shone from behind him, obscuring his face in shadow and making his expression impossible to discern.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liu Hui became even more impatient and raised her hand to close the door: "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

"Wait a moment."

Inoue Takehiko reached out and braced himself against the door with astonishing strength. Liu Hui exerted all her strength, but the door remained unmoved.

"What...what are you going to do?" She finally realized something was wrong, and her voice became slightly panicked. "I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything reckless, I'll call the police."

"Yamamoto Takashi is dead."

Inoue Ryuke's movements froze.

"What...what did you say?"

“Yamamoto Takashi,” Inoue Takehiko said calmly, “is dead, and so are his yakuza friends. I killed them.”

Inoue Ryuke's face turned pale instantly, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Takehiko Inoue pushed open the door and walked in.

He was still wearing the blood-stained clothes, and although he had put on a black coat that Han Chuanyou had given him, the smell of blood was still strong and pungent.

Upon smelling that odor, Liu Hui's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to shrink back.

"You...you stay away...help!"

"Go ahead and call out." Takehiko Inoue closed and locked the door. "This apartment building has good soundproofing, you should know that."

Liu Hui's eyes widened, and tears welled up. Looking at the man who had always been so good-tempered in front of her, she felt a bone-chilling fear for the first time.

He came for revenge.

"Inoue... Inoue-kun, we were husband and wife after all... For the sake of our past relationship, please let me go... Please, please let me go..."

Takehiko Inoue crouched down to look her in the eye.

He looked at the face that had once captivated him, but now it felt like a stranger.

"We were husband and wife?" His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself. "You know we were husband and wife, but you've ruined everything for me."

"I was wrong, please forgive me. Actually... I was lied to. Yamamoto Takashi is a bastard. I still love you. Let's start over, okay?"

Under the threat of death, Liu Hui regretted it. Their life together had been so happy before, and he had treated her so well... Why did she have to be greedy for that moment of pleasure?

Inoue Takehiko recalled her pretentious face in court, and how she looked at him with smugness and contempt as she walked out of the courthouse arm in arm with Yamamoto Takashi after the verdict was announced.

He will never forget that scene for the rest of his life.

Now, that face has a different expression.

Pitiful, innocent, and remorseful.

So disgusting.

How could anyone be so disgusting?

Takehiko Inoue raised his hand and gently stroked her hair.

Inoue Yanagi thought he had softened, and a hint of secret joy flashed in her eyes. She quickly snuggled into his arms.

"I knew it...you still love me...let's start over..."

next second.

The knife tip pierced her chest.

Clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

"you……"

Liu Hui looked down at the knife stuck in her chest, then looked up at Inoue Takehiko in disbelief.

Do not look down.

Inoue Takehiko ignored her and slumped to the ground. After a while, he finally got up and went downstairs with faltering steps.

Han Chuanyou emerged from the alley.

"Thank you... I'll handle the rest myself. I've already called the police, and I won't tell anyone about you..."

The man leaned against the wall for support, his spiritual energy almost completely depleted, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Han Chuan You's experiment had ended by this point.

It seems that the Qi Gathering Pill has limited effect on ordinary people, and we may still need the Marrow Cleansing Pill, which is specifically designed to work on the human body.

Nodding, Han Chuanyou didn't linger.

Even if someone is completely lawless, they still have to obediently go home before 9:30.

[Under your planning, a den of evil cultivators was destroyed, and you obtained 100 spirit stones and the Art of Object Manipulation (Mid-grade Yellow Rank)]

Chapter 8 Big is good, good is big

After leaving the scene, Han Chuanyou felt somewhat conflicted.

In an island nation like this, a divorce can destroy a family and lead to death; it's truly terrifying. He doesn't oppose protecting the vulnerable, but the fact that legal loopholes remain unpatched is itself a mistake.

In short, those minotaurs deserve to die.

"I am back."

Lying on the sofa, Han Chuan Meiyue glanced at the wall clock, then at Han Chuan You who had entered, and said lazily:

"I was about to lock the door in just one minute."

"I accidentally forgot the time."

Han Chuanyou took out the box in his hand and gestured for her to admire it:

"What do you think of this figure? It's absolutely a masterpiece."

I almost missed getting home on time because I was trying to buy this to get it done.

Han Chuan Mizuki glanced at the figure in the box, noticing its extremely large proportions, and curled her lip: "That's really lewd. What normal person has such an exaggerated figure?"

"Big is good, and good is big. My aesthetic sense was cultivated by you, Meiyue."

Although Mizuki's figure isn't as exaggeratedly proportioned as this figure, it's almost at the pinnacle of real human proportions.

Visually, it's not too jarring, but it's large where it should be large and small where it should be small, with every line just right, making it perfect to the extreme.

Han Chuan Meiyue chuckled smugly twice:

"You know how to talk."

Seeing that she was still dressed the same as when he left, Han Chuanyou casually asked, "Haven't you taken a shower yet?"

"Yes, I just turned on the hot water and I'm about to take a shower."

At night, while nestled on the sofa watching TV, Mizuki Hanakawa emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair.

The white, sheer nightgown was very short, barely covering her buttocks. After being bathed in hot water, her exposed, snow-white thighs had a faint pinkish tinge, and the surface seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist of moisture, making her look incredibly delicious.

"It's your turn to wash."

The soft flesh in front of Han Chuan Mei Yue trembled slightly as it came closer, bringing with it a faint fragrance of shower gel. The thin nightgown clung to her delicate body from time to time with her movements, revealing the color of her inner clothing.

Han Chuanyou stood up and couldn't help but praise, "The style and color are nice today, very elegant."

Not only the younger sister, but the older sister looks stunning in it too.

Han Chuan Mei Yue slapped his head: "Stop being a hooligan, go take a bath. I've saved the bathwater for you, remember not to drink it."

"Don't slander me. I didn't even take a bath with you, let alone use a mere bathwater."

“Lying,” Han Chuan Mei Yue glanced at him and teased, “Isn’t it just because you’re afraid I’ll find something on you?”

"That's not true, what am I afraid of?"

Han Chuanyou stopped talking to her and headed straight for the bathroom, leaving Meiyue behind with a series of giggles.

"Remember not to do anything bad."

Hearing the laughter only made him more upset.

"Thanks for reminding me, I will."

"Hey, you little rascal!"

She's not much better than some people who call themselves perverts.

When I was little, I didn't argue with her when she found fault with me, since I wasn't fully developed yet.

When you grow up, you'll lose face. It's one thing to be laughed at, but it's another to kill them and not bury them, under the guise of checking if their development is normal.

Upon arriving at the washroom, he casually glanced at the dirty laundry basket.

It's a T-shaped style.

It's just so-so, not as comfortable as my own boxer shorts.

I'm just curious, won't it be too tight?

Hmm, let's try it next time. Practice makes perfect.

After washing her hair, Han Chuan You picked up a bar of soap from the soap dish.

There were two curled hairs stuck to it. He naturally took them off, lathered himself with soap, and began to wash his body.

The siblings have been used to sharing toiletries since they were little, and neither of them minds the other.

Miyuki prefers soap to shower gel, believing it cleans better, is more natural, and is less irritating to the skin.

After rinsing himself clean, Han Chuanyou stepped into the bathtub and slowly lay down, his whole body enveloped in the warm water. He squinted his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

The bathtub is truly one of mankind's greatest inventions.