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

"Lord Death, I await your good news."

Fukuda Shinya shouted loudly in the direction where Kankawa Yu had left, his voice echoing in the empty streets, carrying a long-suppressed excitement.

The Hashimoto family at this time.

Fumio Hashimoto is staring at the ruins of the factory through images transmitted by a drone.

The camera panned back and forth, the flames illuminated half the sky, and thick smoke obscured most of the view.

The camera zooms in and out again; no one emerges from the ruins.

Hashimoto let out a long sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing.

A smile appeared on Hashimoto Aoyama's face as well: "Father, I'm afraid... Death is probably in grave danger."

Hashimoto nodded, picked up the tea that had long since gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

The legend of Death should end tonight.

The Hashimoto family made the right bet this time.

The tense nerves finally relaxed, and the study was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The father and son were drinking tea in the study, discussing the reconstruction plans for the Hashimoto family's businesses, while waiting for Maruyama Jin to return and report on the details.

After a while, they finished one pot of tea and then had another one poured.

Hashimoto frowned:

"Why hasn't Maruyama returned yet?"

He picked up his phone and dialed the housekeeper's number.

The call was connected.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Maruyama Jin who answered the phone, but a cold, unfamiliar voice:

"Head of the Hashimoto family? Are you happy? The auspicious time has come, death is coming for you, you'd better hide well."

Hashimoto Fumio's hand trembled violently, the teacup slipped from his fingers and smashed on the table, splashing tea all over the documents. His face drained of color in an instant, as if he had seen a ghost.

How can it be? !

"Father, what's wrong?"

This was the first time Hashimoto Aoyama had seen his father so distraught, and a sense of foreboding gripped him.

"quick!"

Hashimoto suddenly stood up, causing his chair to overturn backwards and fall to the ground.

"Summon all high-ranking members of the Hashimoto family and hide in the underground bunker. Death is coming!"

"grim Reaper?!"

Hashimoto Aoyama's pupils suddenly contracted.

Death has come knocking!

Wasn't he buried under the rubble?

If an explosion of this magnitude couldn't kill him, is he truly a god descended to earth?

Chapter 83 The Demise of the Hashimoto Family, Obtaining the Immortal Boat (4K! Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe!)

Han Chuanyou hung up the phone and turned to look at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat whose head had been impaled by Qingling through the roof of the car and nailed to the seat.

Blood flowed down the blade, staining the leather seat red.

This guy was really unlucky. On his way, he found that this person was going the same way as him, and there was a sign above his head that read "Deacon of a Demonic Sect".

Such a person, delivered right to his doorstep, was not to be let go. The moment the man drove his car into the garage, he swiftly and fatally struck him down with a knife.

He glanced at the detonator on the passenger seat. The factory explosion earlier was probably this guy's doing; it was a form of revenge.

By this time, the paper puppets flying in the air had roughly figured out the situation of the Hashimoto family.

The house is extremely luxuriously decorated in a European style. It is very large and has a garden, swimming pool, rockery, fountain and all the necessary amenities. The neatly trimmed green plants look lush and green under the night lights.

This mansion was built on the blood and flesh of countless people.

Security inside the compound wasn't as tight as I'd imagined; the elite guards had probably all been called up for tonight's operation. There were many figures moving around the main gate, with a dozen security guards gathering, apparently having received word of his arrival.

However, this also made things much easier for him, as he no longer had to search for them one by one.

Han Chuanyou moved like the wind, making no attempt to conceal himself, and went straight to meet him.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment the security guard at the front drew his pistol, Han Chuanyou had already closed in.

Qingling's blade pierced the man's Adam's apple and emerged from the back of his neck. The moment the blade was pulled out, blood mist gushed from the wound, splattering the faces of the two people behind her.

Before the body even fell to the ground, Han Chuanyou slid forward and slashed horizontally with his blade, almost completely severing the neck of the second security guard, severing his trachea and blood vessels at the same time.

He clutched his neck and knelt down with a hoarse cry, blood spurting from between his fingers.

The third person finally aimed at Han Chuanyou, pulled the trigger, and the gun spat out a tongue of fire.

With a single, precise strike, Han Chuanyou cleaved the bullet in two. At the same time, he flicked his left hand, sending a spiritual energy bullet flying and striking the man squarely in the chest. A bowl-sized wound exploded from behind, spewing out a cloud of blood mist.

A strong gust of wind came from behind, and a metal baton struck the back of his head.

Han Chuanyou swung his sword backhand, and Qingling's blade sliced ​​across the man's abdomen, almost cutting him in two. His internal organs and intestines gushed out, and the man looked down and immediately collapsed.

In just over ten seconds, most of the security guards at the entrance had fallen.

The remaining few began to retreat, but Han Chuanyou showed no mercy, catching up in a few steps and drawing blood with every strike.

No one could stand a chance against him.

After killing the guards, he walked slowly forward, with corpses lying haphazardly and pools of blood winding behind him.

As they continued inward, they encountered no one who bore a title such as "manager," "deacon," or "guardian."

He walked through the garden, stepped over the pool of blood by the pool, and entered the main house, where he was greeted by all sorts of gunshots.

But that still couldn't stop Han Chuan You's progress.

Bullet holes in the pillars and knife marks on the walls stretched out, and those who tried to resist and fled in panic all became corpses on the ground.

The once beautiful courtyard is now a mess, with blood staining the fountain and neatly trimmed bushes trampled and bent over.

Inside the underground bunker at this moment.

The Hashimoto family's top executives gathered together, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

Hashimoto Fumio stood in front of the monitor screen, watching his men fall one by one, his eyes wide with rage.

Death! How dare you!

These were the elite of the elite, cultivated by the Hashimoto family over the years, and utterly loyal to the Hashimoto family. But under his blade, they all vanished like bubbles.

A wave of regret washed over me.

But what he regretted was not that he had committed many evils, which led to his death, but that he hadn't been ruthless enough to crush that charlatan with even more cruel and radical methods.

Just then, a cold voice came from behind.

"Fumio, you are a sinner of the Hashimoto family!"

A middle-aged man was the first to make a move. He was the second-in-command of the Hashimoto family and the younger brother of Hashimoto Fumio, Hashimoto Ryusuke.

Now, the Hashimoto family is facing a critical moment of survival. The entire family has offended a formidable being due to Fumio Hashimoto's reckless behavior, and their lives are in danger.

The fact that he and Death have reached this point of no return is all Hashimoto Fumio's fault for acting recklessly.

Moreover, it's time for him to take the position of head of the Hashimoto family.

"Long Sheng, what do you mean by this?"

Hashimoto Fumio's face was grim as he looked at his half-brother, his expression one of shock.

He used to act like a friendly brother, but now that things have come to this, he's finally showing his true colors.

Hashimoto Tatsuo and the surrounding executives exchanged glances, and his voice rose a few decibels:

"I think you should go and apologize to Death in person and beg for his forgiveness."

"You want me dead?" Hashimoto saw through his plan. He looked at the other silent senior members. "Is that what you all think too?"

Everyone else avoided eye contact; silence was the best answer. Even his own son, Hashimoto Aoyama, did not defend his father.

Instead, it was Hashimoto Kawako, as the wife, who spoke first:

"Long Sheng, I never thought you were this kind of person. Has Wen Sheng mistreated you all these years?"

Seeing this, Hashimoto Aoyama could no longer remain silent and quickly followed up, saying, "Uncle, that's a bit much..."

Hashimoto Fumio took a deep breath and sneered, "You think you can live by pushing me out? You've done just as many despicable things as I have over the years!"

He gave Hashimoto Tatsuo a deep look: "You want me dead? If you're so capable, then drag me out."

The group exchanged glances, but no one dared to make a move. Hashimoto Fumio had been the head of the family for so many years, and his authority was still considerable; no one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out.

Hashimoto Tatsuo's face was gloomy, and he cursed these people for being cowardly in his heart. He turned his head and glanced at the heavy alloy explosion-proof door, and felt a little more at ease.

This underground bunker was built to withstand nuclear attacks. Its walls are several meters thick, and the main door is a military-grade alloy blast door. Even if Death finds this place, it won't be able to break in anytime soon.

Once the police arrive, death will naturally back down. You can't kill everyone; that would be tantamount to making an enemy of the entire island nation.

Now that Hashimoto Fumio has made such a grave mistake, once they leave, it will be time for him to take over.

The Hashimoto family has bought a lot of land in Brazil, so they can simply flee there and lie low, gradually developing their power, and still have a chance to make a comeback.

But Han Chuan You clearly wasn't going to give them that chance.

The so-called impregnable underground bunker was no match for his earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape underground), it was as if it were made of paper.

He slowly emerged from a corner unnoticed by the crowd, watching this dog-eat-dog spectacle.

After watching for a while, no one noticed him.

Han Chuan You had never been treated so coldly before, and coughed awkwardly.

"You don't need to argue anymore. Once we get down there, we'll have time for you to wrestle."

"Why are you interrupting?"

Someone impatiently turned around to refute, but halfway through their sentence, they felt as if they had been choked.

All eyes turned to this side, to that familiar Asura mask, to that figure shrouded in mist.

They all jolted and instinctively moved away from him.

"First time meeting."

Han Chuanyou stood up and looked around.

"However, we should already be quite familiar with each other."

"Death...Lord Death..."

Hashimoto Tatsuo's voice trembled.

He swallowed hard, a fawning smile spreading across his face, as if he weren't the ruthless man who had just forced his way to the throne. He pointed at Hashimoto Fumio.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. It was all his personal action; he was determined to deal with you, and it has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The other executives suddenly realized what was happening and unanimously switched sides. "We tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't listen. It's all his fault!"

Hankawa Yu smiled.

"So you mean you're all good people?"

Everyone's faces froze.

Over the years, what despicable things have they done behind the scenes that are no less than those of Hashimoto Fumio? Loan sharking, forcing women into prostitution, organ trafficking, power-money transactions... their shadows are everywhere.

“You are all guilty.” Han Chuanyou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his tone casual. “Have you ever heard of atonement? Whoever kills more people has a greater chance of surviving. Let’s begin.”

After saying that, he took out four captured pistols and threw them on the ground.

A moment of deathly silence fell over the bunker. The people looked at each other, their eyes shifting from fear to vigilance, and then from vigilance to suspicion.

Everyone doubted whether Death was telling the truth, and some even suspected that he simply wanted to see them kill each other.

But what if it is true?