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

Han Chuanyou picked up a piece of flavored eggplant, his brows furrowed.

His eyes lit up, and his chopsticks froze in mid-air.

The other party's purpose may be...

Kujo Kitsune was a little unaccustomed to Han Chuan You's sudden quietness.

"Why are you just spacing out? You haven't touched your chopsticks for ages."

"I'm thinking, don't disturb me."

Han Chuanyou placed his chopsticks against her lips, sealing her mouth.

Kujou Kitsune's eyes widened slightly. Seeing that the other person was still lost in thought and not looking this way, she brushed a strand of hair from the corner of her mouth, opened her red lips, and bit down.

"what are you doing?"

Han Chuan You snapped out of her daze and looked across at the chopsticks, which were now being held in the mouth of the nine fox feathers.

Kujou Kitsune squinted at the other man, slowly picked up an eggplant from his mouth, chewed it carefully for a moment, swallowed it, and then sneered: "Heh... hypocritical man, isn't this what you want to see?"

"Heh...you little glutton."

Han Chuanyou smiled and continued eating, finding the food much tastier.

If it really is bait aimed at me, then I really need to go and see.

I am not the same person I used to be. With this protective charm, it is difficult for my opponent to break through my defenses. If I really can't win, I can just escape underground.

If you want to be the hunter, who will be the prey is still uncertain.

After finishing her meal, Kujou Kitsune lay down on the sofa, preparing to take a nap: "I'll sleep for a while, you can do as you please, just remember not to do anything rude to me."

Soon, she stopped moving.

When she was asleep, Miss Kujo lost her usual elegance and aloofness, and instead appeared quite ordinary.

I specifically told myself not to do anything impolite, but should I?

But it's hard to guess what girls are thinking. Sometimes they mean it, sometimes they mean it, and sometimes they mean it. And sometimes they mean it really doesn't want to.

He ultimately chose to give up.

……

Tuesday was a tough day, as I was still caught between holiday life and not fully adjusting to the work rhythm.

At 7 p.m., the mysterious man wearing a Shura mask started his live stream on time, instantly bringing a thrill to the mundane life and spreading like wildfire among office workers and students at an astonishing speed.

In the image, the masked man, dressed in a black robe, sits upright in a chair, saying nothing.

The surrounding environment is mostly steel frame structures, and the environment is somewhat dilapidated and old, looking like an abandoned factory.

Beside him, a disheveled man tied to a chair struggled desperately, as if trying to say something, but his mouth was taped shut, and he could only make muffled whimpers.

Above the live stream, a striking red countdown timer showed that there were 52 minutes left until the execution.

At this moment, at the Hanchuan family home.

The siblings both came across the live stream, which was filled with comments, mostly expressing their worship of death, while many others condemned the lynching as unacceptable.

Looking at the more than 100,000 online users displayed in the upper right corner, and the gifts with all sorts of special effects on the screen, Han Chuanyou admitted that he was envious.

Damn it, that damn imposter! He's taking money from my fans!

But then he thought about how he was now a wealthy man earning millions a month, and that made him feel a little better.

He stood up:

"Mizuki, I'm going out for a walk for a bit."

Han Chuan Mei Yue was eating fruit and watching the commotion when she heard this and glanced at him: "Want to go watch the commotion? You're not allowed to go, it's too dangerous."

"Of course not, what's so interesting about this? The live stream might get shut down in a minute." He made up a reason on the spot, "I made plans to go to the arcade with my classmates to play some games, I'll be back soon."

"All you do is play, fine." Han Chuan Meiyue waved her hand. "You have to be back before 9:30, or don't even think about coming in."

"Roger that!"

Han Chuanyou gave her a perfunctory salute, then turned and left impatiently.

Not long after he came out, he appeared on the rooftop of a building.

The night wind howled, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter.

He looked around, momentarily unsure of which direction the live broadcast was taking place.

But he soon noticed that on the city streets, a few police cars with their red lights on were heading in roughly the same direction.

That must be it. It came to me effortlessly, or perhaps it was deliberately leading me there?

Han Chuanyou smiled slightly, then leaped lightly, riding the wind and gliding back and forth among the skyscrapers towards the area where the police cars were gathered.

Chapter 81 Death Invades, Carnage Begins

At this very moment, in the coastal area of ​​Edogawa Ward, on a piece of wasteland beside the Arakawa River, stands a slightly dilapidated steel-framed factory building.

After the bursting of the bubble economy in the 1990s, this factory went bankrupt due to a broken capital chain and has been abandoned ever since.

The location is remote, surrounded by a vast logistics warehouse area. There is almost no one around at night, and the only way to reach the factory is an old asphalt road.

At that moment, the flashing red lights of police cars on the road reflected on the glass curtain wall of the factory building, as if foreshadowing something.

Police have been deployed to guard the entrances to the surrounding alleys to prevent any unauthorized entry.

Tanaka Tsukasa sat in the car, looking at the factory not far away. Years of handling cases had given him a keen sixth sense, and he had a feeling that tonight's plan would not succeed.

The Hashimoto family, unaware of the Grim Reaper's true nature, deliberately provoked him, which they considered an extremely unwise act.

He then thought of that innocent reporter. Although the Hashimoto family claimed it was an act, anyone with eyes could see that his ultimate fate was already sealed.

Both the current ruling party and the Metropolitan Police Department want to get rid of the Grim Reaper as soon as possible, even at the cost of becoming accomplices.

As for so-called justice...

He scoffed, hoping he wouldn't drag the Metropolitan Police Department down with him.

Dealing with the various cases left behind by the Grim Reaper, Tsukasa Tanaka developed a sense of mutual respect for this adversary he had never met.

I just hope that if death really does appear, it won't disappoint me.

Deep inside the factory, dim lighting cast a play of light and shadow on the empty steel frame structure. The air was thick with the smell of machine oil mixed with rust, and the walls were covered with all sorts of graffiti.

You can see fully armed teams, like professional soldiers, holding guns, scattered around, alert to any unusual situations.

High up in the factory, the muzzles of several snipers' guns gleamed coldly as they watched every rustle of the guns within the factory area.

Several drones were hidden high above, and cameras covered the entire factory area, capturing every detail.

The Hashimoto family.

In the study, Hashimoto Fumio sat upright at his desk, the screen of his laptop in front of him lit up, displaying surveillance footage from several cameras.

Beside him, Hashimoto Aoyama was speaking quietly to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Uncle Ren, is everyone in position?"

Maruyama Jin's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Our personnel are all in place within the factory area. If Death really appears, there's no way we can escape. As for that... it's already been arranged. No one else knows about it. The remote detonator is in my hands."

Hashimoto Aoyama took a deep breath and turned to look at his father:

"Father, everything is ready. We're just waiting for death to walk into our trap."

The Hashimoto family has made ample preparations this time, with both the initial and subsequent moves in place, just waiting for death to fall into their trap.

The gunmen were all elite members of the Hashimoto family, trained as professional mercenaries. They were far superior to the Self-Defense Forces, and their weapons and equipment were top-notch, sourced from US military bases.

In addition to these people, there were also military explosives buried in the factory's load-bearing pillars and foundation.

Maruyama Jin is the Hashimoto family's butler and is absolutely trustworthy. If so many people really can't stop the Grim Reaper, then just take him down with them.

When the explosives detonate, the entire factory area will be blown to the sky, and even if Death had wings, it wouldn't be able to escape.

Hashimoto nodded, his eyes fixed on the monitor screen, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Outside the factory, sentries were scattered throughout. Inside, fully equipped gunmen patrolled in groups of three, their tactical flashlight beams sweeping across the darkness.

Everything seemed impregnable.

However, right under their noses, in an inconspicuous corner, a paper puppet lay on the ground and flew by silently, like a piece of paper being blown by the wind.

Its perspective was connected to Han Chuan You's consciousness, and the enemy's location, number, and weapon configuration were all transmitted into his eyes.

Sure enough, this live stream was bait used against me, designed to lure me into showing myself.

So... the hunt begins.

Han Chuanyou concealed himself behind a wall on the west side of the factory area. There were a total of nine sentries around him: three on the roof, two behind abandoned containers, and four in the bushes.

He smirked slightly, lowered his body, and crept toward the hidden sentries.

The first sentry, with his back to a concrete pillar, was lighting a cigarette with his head down.

Just as he lit the fire, a pair of hands silently emerged from the concrete pillar and covered his mouth and nose.

The blade pierced through the spine from behind, the tip protruding from the chest with a slicing sound, blood splattering out, and the man fell to the ground, quickly losing consciousness.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

The paper puppet hovered in the air, guiding Han Chuan You's steps.

He was like a silent scythe of death, reaping lives on the periphery.

Before each sentry died, they only saw a dark shadow flash by, then felt a chill in their throat, or a hollow in their chest, either being stabbed through the heart or having their neck snapped.

The area around the factory fell completely silent.

"What's going on? Why is it so quiet outside?"

The boss, who was in charge of the factory, hadn't received any reports for a while, and immediately became alert. He grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Where's the sniper? See anything?"

A hissing sound came from the walkie-talkie, and after a moment, a low voice replied:

"Nothing's amiss... wait, someone's there!"

"boom!"

The sudden burst of gunfire shattered the silence of the night.

The expressions of both the police on the perimeter and the people inside the factory changed.

On top of the container, the sniper had just pulled the trigger when he saw a blurry black shadow flash by, and then a sentry fell silently.

Just as he was about to continue observing, he suddenly felt a gentle breeze pass by behind him.

He turned around abruptly, drew his pistol, and his finger was just on the trigger.

A hideous Asura mask had appeared before them.

With a flash of light, a head flew off, and blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain, drawing a bright red arc in the air.

The headless body was still standing, its fingers nervously pulling the trigger twice before it collapsed.

Han Chuan You flicked the blood off his knife and was about to leave when he heard a whooshing sound behind him.

"call out!"

The sniper rifle fired, and a spiritual energy shield instantly opened around Han Chuanyou, a layer of light that blocked the bullet.

The warhead hovered half a meter outside the radome, spun a few times, and finally fell to the ground, landing on the metal of the container with a pleasant sound.

In the shadows between the containers in the distance, a second sniper lay prone in a gap, his finger still on the trigger, but his pupils suddenly dilated.

He clearly aimed, and the shot should have hit him right in the back. How come there was no reaction?

What surprised him even more was yet to come.

The figure shrouded in mist stomped its foot on the ground and leaped into the air, flying towards him at a speed that seemed inhuman.

Suppressing his fear, the sniper gritted his teeth, moved his M24, aimed at the dark figure, and fired two shots.

"Bang! Bang!"

Han Chuanyou stepped on the wind wall, changing direction continuously in mid-air. Bullets grazed his clothes and sparked two bursts of sparks on the steel frame behind him.