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

Hashimoto Tatsuo's eyes suddenly turned ruthless.

He stared at the gun on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing, then quickly glanced at the people around him.

Those brothers and friends who usually call each other brothers, drink and play with women together, all had the same light shining in their eyes at this moment.

Nobody wants to die.

Everyone wants to get out alive.

Hashimoto Ryusuke took a step forward, grabbed a pistol, and fired a shot.

"boom!"

The bullet pierced the chest of the Hashimoto family's chief financial officer. The man looked down, his eyes widened, and he slowly leaned forward, collapsing to the ground.

The gunshot was like a lit fuse, instantly igniting fear in everyone.

The others also rushed towards the gun on the ground like madmen.

Some people managed to get one, while others didn't.

Those who managed to grab the guns opened fire on those around them without hesitation, while those who failed rushed forward with their bare hands, scratching, biting, and punching. Someone even grabbed a pen from the table and plunged it into the neck of another person, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

These once powerful figures, who could sit in conference rooms and command the wealth of ordinary people with a single word, are now disheveled, covered in blood, and, in their struggle for survival, revealing the darkest side of humanity. They are wrestling on the ground, even turning on their own blood relatives.

Hashimoto Aoyama trembled all over as he watched his uncle, Hashimoto Tatsuo, kill one person after another with a single shot, his eyes bloodshot.

"boom!"

A stray bullet struck Hashimoto Bunsei in the shoulder. He groaned, staggered backward, and instinctively grabbed his son beside him to steady himself.

Hashimoto Aoyama was startled when his father grabbed his arm. He glanced at his father's blood-stained face, then at Hashimoto Ryusuke, who was firing wildly with his gun pointed in their direction.

Without hesitation, he shoved his father toward the gun barrel and then bent down to lunge into a corner.

"Qingshan, you!"

Hashimoto Fumio stared wide-eyed at his own son in disbelief. A bullet pierced his chest, and his words were choked by the blood gushing from his throat. He leaned forward and collapsed to the ground.

The head of the Hashimoto family died a humiliating death at the hands of his own younger brother.

Hashimoto Ryusuke sneered and turned the gun towards Hashimoto Aoyama, who had just gotten up.

Hashimoto Aoyama was so frightened that he begged for mercy loudly:

"Uncle! Don't kill me! I'll help you, I can help you!"

Hashimoto Tatsuo shot him in the head.

In the corner, Hashimoto Kawako witnessed everything: her husband was pushed out by her son to shield him from a gunshot, and her son was shot in the head.

She screamed and lunged at Hashimoto Ryuki: "You beast!"

Hashimoto Tatsuo raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting her right between the eyebrows. Blood splattered on the wall, both alluring and bloody.

In less than three minutes, more than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground, and blood pooled on the smooth marble floor, forming a dark red pool that slowly spread outwards.

The killings continued.

Han Chuanyou leaned against the wall, coldly observing this scene of human collapse. His eyes, hidden behind the Shura mask, remained unmoved, as if he were watching a group of trash killing each other.

Hashimoto Tatsuo gripped his gun, panting heavily, while no one else stood around him.

I won!

He tossed aside the empty gun, turned to Han Chuanyou leaning against the wall, and gave him a fawning smile:

"Lord Death... they're all dead. I've taken care of a large number of people for you... may I leave now?"

Han Chuanyou straightened up and slowly walked towards him.

"Leave? It's a pity, I'm not very satisfied."

The Azure Spirit was drawn from its sheath, a flash of light.

Hashimoto Tatsuo's smile froze on his face, a thin red line appeared on his neck, he opened his mouth, his body arched backward, and he crashed into a pool of blood.

Han Chuanyou sheathed his sword, looked around, and regardless of whether anyone was pretending to be dead, a bursting talisman appeared in his hand. He poured spiritual power into it, and the talisman lit up with a dazzling red light.

He casually tossed the talisman into the center of the fortress, and his body instantly sank, disappearing underground.

"Boom!"

Flames exploded behind them, engulfing the entire underground bunker in flames.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave. There might be something useful hidden in this house, and since he was already here, he couldn't leave empty-handed.

After quickly browsing around, he finally stopped in a luxuriously decorated secret room. His eyes were drawn to an entire wall of antique shelves, filled with all sorts of rare and precious objects.

The walls are adorned with numerous calligraphy and paintings from the Xia Dynasty, and all around are displayed various ancient books and porcelain pieces.

These things made his face grow even more gloomy; they were probably all filth looted during that war of aggression.

Han Chuanyou showed no politeness whatsoever, and regardless of their value, he put them all into his storage ring.

Finally, his gaze fell on a small, exquisite model ship displayed on the display shelf.

It emitted a faint, shimmering light.

You have discovered a high-grade Xuan-level immortal ship—Cloud Shadow.

A celestial vessel? What a find! In modern terms, it would be like a luxury car in the world of fantasy.

Han Chuanyou naturally also took it into his possession.

After searching around, he heard police sirens outside the door. Without lingering, he immediately disappeared underground and headed home.

The subtitles in front of us changed, showing a bumper harvest today.

[You have annihilated a wicked cultivation family that secretly colluded with the demon race, and seized the following spoils: 200 low-grade spirit stones, 50 mid-grade spirit stones, a low-grade Xuan-level sword technique: Flowing Water, and a high-grade Xuan-level immortal boat: Cloud Shadow.]

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Chapter 84 So, what is the price? (Seeking first subscription)

When Han Chuan You returned home.

He inserted the key into the keyhole, but the door was already locked from the inside. He took out his phone; it was already 10 p.m., and there were three missed calls.

Upon seeing this, he knew he was doomed.

He rang the doorbell twice: "Mizuki, Mizuki, I was wrong, let me in."

The Grim Reaper who just wreaked havoc in Tokyo and slaughtered indiscriminately is now like a homeless kitten.

Of course, it's not that cute.

The doorbell rang repeatedly, and after a while, the door finally opened. Han Chuan Meiyue, dressed in a thin nightgown, stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her tone impatient:

"What are you yelling about? Who are you? I don't remember anyone like you in the Han Chuan family."

Has Mizuki already relegated me to the ranks of strangers? The consequences are indeed severe.

But he still subconsciously glanced at the full curve of Meiyue's body, which was pressed against her arms.

"I'm your beloved younger brother," Han Chuan You said, shamelessly stepping forward.

Han Chuan Mei Yue took a step back and raised her hand to stop him from entering the house:

“I don’t know you. If you disturb the peace again, I’ll call the police.”

"Don't call the police, hug me."

Han Chuan You stepped forward again, put his arm around Mei Yue's waist, pressed her body close to his, rubbed his face against hers, and spoke in a flattering tone.

"I was wrong. I got so engrossed in the game that I forgot the time. Lady Mizuki, please forgive me this time."

As he spoke, he lifted her and moved her a little further inside, then hooked his foot around the door and closed it.

"Hurry inside, you're wearing so little, don't catch a cold."

This time, Han Chuan Mei Yue didn't dodge. She glanced at him with disdain and slapped his head.

Although she really wanted to keep her cold face and make him understand the seriousness of staying outside past curfew, she actually fell for his act.

"If you don't come back soon, I'll really think you went to a hotel with some young girl."

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Han Chuanyou's shoulder with a hint of suspicion and sniffed carefully. She didn't smell any fox spirit scent, which reassured her somewhat.

Han Chuanyou chuckled: "How could that be? At my age, even if I wanted to book a room, it would be impossible."

"If it's the older sister, then there's no problem. Who knows if you'll be bewitched by some older sister out there?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue pushed him away, tapped his forehead with her index finger, and said:

"Remember this: no hotel rooms allowed. If any adult woman, except me, tries to take you to some strange hotel, don't hesitate to refuse immediately."

Han Chuan Meiyue didn't want the peaches she was reluctant to eat to be taken by someone else, who would then forcefully sit on them.

"There's also a New Year's Eve segment?"

Han Chuanyou's eyes lit up; he was a sucker for this.

Meeting Mizuki's dangerous gaze, he forced another smile.

"Got it! When are we going to get a room, Meiyue?"

"Want to go to a hotel with me?"

Han Chuan Meiyue gave a half-smile, and seeing that he was still nodding, she slapped him on a certain spot.

"If you want my career to end here and I want to work for the government, just say so. If you really want that, then I can only make sure you don't mess around before I go in, so that your brother becomes your sister."

"Mizuki, just like that, be gentle." Han Chuan You bent over and let out a soft, comfortable groan.

Hearing his loud noise, Han Chuan Mei Yue's cheeks flushed, and she immediately pushed him away, saying, "Get out of here."

……

The next day.

Social media was flooded with posts about the Edogawa explosion last night.

Before-and-after photos of the explosion were posted, showing how the once intact factory, covering thousands of square meters, was reduced to ruins overnight.

Conspiracy theories about a missile attack from next door have resurfaced.

Some astute individuals have even linked the gunshots and explosions in the Death Live broadcast room last night.

The large-scale police operation last night was hard to miss, and it was easy to speculate whether the police had taken action against death last night, which led to the explosion.

In response, the Metropolitan Police Department stated that the chemical raw materials stored at the factory were not cleaned up in time, and the leak caused a violent explosion. No one was confirmed to be injured or killed at the scene.

They were quickly proven wrong.

Photos of ambulances rushing to the scene were taken, along with images of the police cordoning off the area, showing bodies covered in white sheets lying on the ground.

All I can say is that drones are truly amazing. The Metropolitan Police Department has been thoroughly humiliated and can only stubbornly insist that the incident is under further investigation and ask everyone to wait for further updates.

What followed was a celebration for the opposition parties, who launched a fierce attack on the ruling party, demanding that the truth of the matter be revealed and that the public not be kept in the dark.