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

"You'll see when we get there, just relax..."

Kubo Maki smiled dismissively, having long been accustomed to this situation.

The Alphard eventually stopped in the underground parking lot of a commercial building. It was late at night, and there were no other vehicles in the empty space. Only the sound of engines echoed in the basement.

Kubo Maki opened the car door, stood outside, and gave a gentle smile, but his tone was inexplicably cold:

"Think about the contract, you'll cooperate, right?"

The three women froze, finally understanding what awaited them next.

Once you take this step, there's no turning back.

Just as the girls were despairing about what was to come, a cold voice came from behind Kubo Maki:

"If I want your life, you'll cooperate, right?"

Kubo Maki instinctively turned around and saw a mysterious person wearing a ferocious mask. Immediately afterward, a long sword gleaming with a cold light was pressed against his neck.

"Who are you?!"

He broke out in a cold sweat and dared not make any further moves.

Han Chuanyou didn't answer, but looked at the three girls: "You can leave now. Oh, by the way, leave the spot where the trash is. I'll go up and clean it up later."

"Lord Death!!"

The girls looked surprised and almost simultaneously called out his identity. Having frequently surfed the internet, they had certainly heard of the Grim Reaper, but they never expected that one day they would be saved by the Grim Reaper.

The girls all breathed a sigh of relief. Since the Grim Reaper had appeared, it meant that the ruthless club president's job was done.

The slightly bolder Kawashima Yuna calmed herself down, and looking at the tall, mysterious man in front of her, her eyes lit up instantly. Like a little fangirl, she moved closer to him:

"Lord Death, could you please sign your autograph? I'm a fan of yours, and I've even bought some of your merchandise."

As she spoke, disregarding the tense atmosphere, she took out a label and a pen from her small bag.

It's no wonder she's an idol group member; her soft, sweet voice is hard to refuse. But all Han Chuan You can say is...

You're a fake fan! What kind of Bleach merchandise is it if it's not authorized by me, the Grim Reaper? Not a single penny of the money went to me; it all went to those unscrupulous merchants. And you still call yourself a fan?

Seeing that the Grim Reaper's attention had been diverted by Yuna, Kubo Maki tried to sneak away from the neck and escape from this place.

Unexpectedly, Han Chuanyou seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The blade was close to his skin, and he felt a stinging sensation. A warm liquid slowly flowed down his skin, and he immediately dared not move.

"Don't disturb Lord Death when he's doing his business."

Misaki Uchida pulled away Yuna, who was still swooning over her crush, and also grabbed Maki, who was trying to join in. Now was not the time to be a fangirl.

As a member of an idol group, she knows how annoying it is to be disturbed by fans when doing her work.

"Lord Death, the agency is on the eighth floor, room 301. There's a meeting room there; the president and the others should be inside."

Although Misaki Uchida also wanted the Grim Reaper's autograph, now was clearly not the time, so she bowed deeply to Yuu Hatsukawa.

"Thank you so much. We won't trouble you any further. Maki, Yuna, let's go."

"Ok."

Yuna reluctantly let herself be dragged away; she actually wanted to follow and see the Grim Reaper's demeanor.

Before leaving, she made a thumbs-up gesture.

"Lord Death, ganbatte! Kill that disgusting bastard!"

Han Chuan You gave an OK sign and accepted the girl's request.

The girls walked briskly toward the exit, their lively chatter still audible.

"What do you think looks like under the Grim Reaper's mask?"

"He must be super handsome! And his voice is so nice too!"

"Maybe he's a weathered middle-aged man..."

"Impossible! That physique makes him look like a young, handsome guy!"

The youthful laughter gradually faded away, creating a stark contrast with the somber atmosphere in the parking lot.

Kubo Maki believed he was about to die, but he still wanted to find a sliver of hope.

He tried to make his words sound calm.

"Lord Death, spare me! I'm just doing this for someone else. You can't afford to offend today's guest; he's an important figure in America. You're making an enemy of America."

America?

Would Han Chuan You be afraid? This country, composed of a group of robbers, bandits, and fugitives, has committed countless atrocities and will inevitably come to blows with him sooner or later.

He withdrew his gaze and stopped wasting words with Kubo Maki. He hadn't made a move simply because he didn't want to leave those underage girls with psychological trauma.

The blade sliced ​​in, and Qingling's blade cut across the man's neck as easily as cutting butter, without the slightest resistance.

The trachea and aorta severed in silence, blood gushing from the incision. Kubo Maki's eyes widened, his lips opened and closed, but he could only make hoarse gasps. Finally, with a muffled "bang," he was gone.

Han Chuanyou did not linger. His figure disappeared from the spot, vanished into the ground, and flew swiftly along the wall towards the Cangyue Agency on the eighth floor.

……

At this moment, the three American soldiers were getting impatient.

They couldn't wait to experience the charms of Japanese girls, wondering if they were as sweet and full of youthful energy as those in anime.

They heard that it was still clean and unopened, which made them even more eager.

Seeing this, Mori Shingo could only force a smile and continue to soothe the situation in broken English:

"They say delicious food requires patience... Our people just messaged me that they're downstairs, I'll urge them again."

Upon hearing this, James's smile widened: "Very well, you know the consequences if you don't satisfy us."

Chapter 99 A Battle Where Blade Qi Flies

As a citizen of the United States, James believed himself to be inherently superior to the islanders.

Although he maintained a polite facade in front of these people, he didn't even take someone like Deputy Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department, Toshiro Hirano, seriously.

After all, to the United States, the island nation is nothing more than a dog that can be sacrificed at any time, and isn't the leader of the dog still just a dog?

For them, going to the Middle East is suffering, going to Europe is normal work, but coming to the island nation and South Korea is purely for the purpose of becoming a de facto ruler.

"clear."

Mori Shingo nodded humbly, his posture extremely subservient.

Just then, a voice that didn't belong to anyone in the room suddenly rang out.

"Did you call Death to come to your door?"

Suddenly, Han Chuanyu emerged from the wall and slashed Mori Shingo across the neck with his sword.

Mori Shingo's flattering expression was still frozen on his face when his vision suddenly spun around, and he saw the smooth, mirror-like incision on his neck, with the blood vessels and muscle lines clearly visible in the cross-section.

What's wrong with me? That's... my own body?

Consciousness froze at that moment.

"puff!!"

Blood gushed out from the severed neck, scalding hot blood spraying all over the three soldiers. Before they could recover from this bizarre scene, they were drenched in a pungent, bloody mist.

James slammed his wine glass to the ground, abruptly stood up, his hand already reaching for the holster at his waist, his voice filled with barely suppressed shock and anger:

"Who are you!!"

"The ones who will take your dog lives."

Han Chuanyou brandished his long sword, showing no intention of sparing the lives of the three soldiers. What kind of good stuff would want a few underage girls to provide door-to-door service?

Moreover, the three of them were clearly labeled as Western barbarian beastmen.

"Playing tricks and deception."

James had already drawn his pistol and released the safety. He suppressed his panic; it seemed the other party was just a young punk who hadn't even made a move earlier.

He sneered, "Who do you think you can scare with that broken knife? Times have changed, my friend."

The three moved very quickly, almost instinctively spreading out to form a triangular formation.

James secretly rejoiced, realizing that he had forgotten to remove his sidearm in his eagerness to enjoy himself, and now it came in handy.

"Kid, kneel down." He raised the muzzle of his gun, pointing it at Han Chuanyou's forehead, his tone contemptuous. "Now it's my turn."

Han Chuanyou did not retreat at all, but instead stepped forward.

James pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out in the enclosed room, rattling the glass as bullets, still glowing with hot muzzle flash, shot out of the muzzle.

The bullet's speed was no match for Han Chuanyou, who possessed divine consciousness. With a flick of his blade, he deflected the bullet precisely at his opponent.

After mastering the "Severing Water Flow" technique, his understanding of swordsmanship had reached a new level.

James felt a sharp pain in his ear. He touched it and found it drooping to the side of his face, his hand stained with warm blood. He trembled all over.

What kind of speed is that?!

Is it possible for an ordinary person to shoot a bullet back?

But at this moment, Han Chuanyou moved again. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and an invisible blade of energy swept past him, slashing towards the soldier on the rightmost of the three men with a sharp whooshing sound.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the air seemed to be torn open.

The soldier didn't even have time to scream before his body was cleanly severed at the waist. His upper body fell forward with the momentum, while his lower body remained standing. Blood and internal organs gushed from the cut, splattering all over the ground.

What the hell is this?! Is this even human?!

James felt a chill run down his spine, and his fingers instinctively kept pulling the trigger, bullets pouring out like water.

Another surviving soldier also came to his senses and started firing his pistol wildly, with spent cartridges clattering all over the ground.

Han Chuanyou's figure moved like a ghost amidst the hail of bullets.

He swung his sword to meet the attack, unleashing the full power of his "Severing Water Flow" sword technique. The blade traced silver arcs in the air, so fast that they were impossible for the naked eye to follow.

Everything flowed smoothly and naturally, with a unique aesthetic appeal.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

The bullets struck the blade, scattering sparks. Every bullet aimed at him was precisely intercepted, shattered, and deflected by the long sword; none could cross the defensive line erected by the blade's edge.

The magazine was empty, and the sound of the firing pin striking the empty chamber was particularly jarring in the silence.

The two soldiers' hands froze in mid-air, their guns still smoking, but their eyes had completely changed.

Fear, disbelief, and a tremor from the depths of one's soul when facing a powerful being beyond comprehension.

"How is this possible..."

James's voice was dry and his lips trembled. He wanted to say that this was not real, but the bullet fragments scattered all over the ground and the still convulsing bodies of his comrades reminded him that this was reality.

Han Chuanyou didn't give him any more time to think.

He took a step forward, his long sword slashing horizontally, the blade cutting through the air with the power to cleave everything in its path.

James instinctively raised his gun to block, and half of his arm flew out along with the gun.

"what!"

Before the screams could even finish, Han Chuanyou had already turned around and stabbed the second soldier through the chest with a backhand.

The blade protruded from his back. The man looked down at the blade in his chest, opened his mouth twice, and then fell silent.

James clutched his broken arm and stumbled backward.

He stared at the long, blood-dripping sword, at the mysterious figure slowly approaching him, his eyes filled with despair.

"You...you're not human...you're not..."

The blade flashed again.

James's voice abruptly stopped. His head, still carrying the last vestiges of fear, flew off, hit the wall, and rolled into a pool of blood.

The headless body stood for a moment, then its knees buckled, and it collapsed to its knees with a thud. It then slumped forward and crashed onto the carpet, never to rise again.

Han Chuanyou sheathed his sword and looked around. The reception room was in a mess, with four corpses lying haphazardly in pools of blood.