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

With a wave of her hand, several guards immediately spread out in a fan shape, silently blocking the three's retreat.

"stop!"

The lead guard grabbed the shoulder of the man in front and pinned him to the ground; the other two were also quickly subdued.

Hongye stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the three faces, and her heart sank.

They were all retainers of the Kujo family, and she even knew one of them.

She frowned: "What are you doing? Who sent you here?"

The three looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and fear.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group looked particularly puzzled.

“Miss Hongye? What are you doing here… We are on orders from Lord Baoguang to go to Los Angeles to handle an urgent overseas asset transfer. He said it involves family secrets, and he told us to change into these clothes, keep quiet, and board the plane as soon as possible…”

"Secret?" Hongye stared into his eyes, trying to tell if he was lying. "What secret?"

"I...we don't know either. Lord Baoguang just instructed us to do these things, saying that someone would meet us when we got there."

Looking at the three confused faces, Hongye had no idea what was going on.

Because the operation was kept secret, they had no idea that Kujo Yasumitsu had betrayed the Kujo family, nor did they know that they had been used as pawns to attract the attention of their pursuers.

"take away!"

Amidst the surprised gazes of surrounding passengers and the slightly flustered expressions of the three, they were escorted away from the airport by security guards.

Meanwhile, at the VIP lounge on the other side of Haneda Airport.

Kujo Yasumitsu calmly removed his disguise glasses and baseball cap, putting on a gentle and refined appearance.

He handed the forged passport to the window, and the passport was successfully stamped with an exit stamp. The security officer politely returned the document.

Kujo Yasumitsu nodded slightly, picked up his briefcase, and walked steadily toward the covered bridge. The two confidants beside him also breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, they truly escaped death.

At the end of the jet bridge, a Gulfstream private jet is waiting, its gangway already lowered.

At the cabin door, a blond, blue-eyed man in a suit nodded slightly to them in a gentlemanly gesture, then announced in a clear voice:

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Baoguang. The Ashworth family looks forward to working with you."

"I hope for a pleasant cooperation in the future."

Kujo Yasumitsu nodded slightly, stepped onto the gangway, and as the cabin door slowly closed, he sat in the spacious leather seat. Looking out the window at the bustling terminal, he finally felt a sense of relief.

I will come back to the Kujo family.

Inside the terminal, Han Chuan You and Han Chuan Mei Yue walked hand in hand, like a couple going on vacation, pushing their suitcases towards the VIP lounge.

Mizuki never shortchanges herself; she bought a business class seat, the price of which made Han Chuan You feel a little pained.

If it weren't for the fact that it was inappropriate to reveal his situation to Mizuki, Han Chuan You would have planned to go directly there by airship.

Don't be fooled by the small size of the fairy boat's cabin. It has a spatial array set up inside, so the actual space is only slightly smaller than your own room, but still more than 20 square meters. The comfort level is definitely far superior to that of an airplane.

On the way to the VIP room, Han Chuanyou inadvertently saw a familiar figure not far away, standing in the corner making a phone call, looking somewhat annoyed.

Momiji? What's with this sudden appearance at the airport? Is Miss Kujo here too?

He thought about it and decided to go and take a look.

He grabbed Miyuki's hand: "Miyuki, wait, I want to buy some snacks to eat on the plane. Why don't you go to the VIP lounge first?"

"Aren't there snacks?"

"You can never have too many snacks, what do you want to eat?"

"Then let's buy some fruit."

"Okay, then I'll go buy you some oranges."

Hankawa Yu smiled and let go of his hand, watching Mitsuki walk away.

As Hongye was reporting the situation to the young lady, she turned around and saw Han Chuanyou walking towards her. He was dressed in short sleeves and shorts, looking fresh and handsome, with sunglasses hanging from his shirt collar, looking like he was going out on vacation.

"Young Master Han Chuan?"

Han Chuan You nodded, casually glancing around: "Hongye, what are you doing here? Where's Hu Yu?"

Hongye hesitated for a moment before speaking into the phone, "Miss, I ran into Young Master Hanchuan at the airport."

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Hongye responded and handed him the phone.

"Hey, Miss Kujo, did you chase someone all the way to the airport? Where are you hiding?"

"You think too much."

A slightly helpless voice came from the phone.

"Kumo and the others chased after the traitor from the Kujo family at the airport, but the chase failed. The traitor may have already boarded the plane."

Han Chuanyou understood, realizing why.

"Hey, Miss Kujo, do you need my help? Just ask me."

"What can you do to help me? Go do your thing, and remember to be careful on the road. I'm very busy right now."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Han Chuanyou looked at the disconnected phone and smiled.

He returned the phone to Hongye, and was about to ask what was going on when he heard his subordinate's report through Hongye's earpiece:

"Miss Hongye, we've identified their plane. It's a Gulfstream from that runway, and it's already taken off."

Han Chuan You clearly perceived these words.

Hongye turned her head, her gaze passing over the crowd, locking onto the white Gulfstream aircraft accelerating towards the runway. The nose of the plane lifted, the landing gear took off the ground, and the fuselage was gradually rising.

[Fellow Daoist is feeling discouraged by the failed pursuit. The traitor on board is about to escape with family secrets. As his friend, what will you choose...?]

Han Chuan You also looked over, not intending to disturb Hongye: "Alright, Miss Hongye, you go ahead with your work, I'm leaving."

To repay the young lady for the beautiful leg photos last night, I'll just help her out.

Han Chuan You turned and walked towards the restroom, intending to follow and take a look.

Quick fight.

Inside the restroom stall, Han Chuanyou locked the door, scanned his surroundings with his divine sense to make sure no one was there, closed his eyes, and his body sank down, disappearing from the spot.

On the rooftop of the terminal, he looked up at the Gulfstream aircraft that had already climbed to a height of several hundred meters, narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to summon Cloud Shadow, activated the invisibility array, and then quickly chased after the Gulfstream.

Inside the cabin, Kujo Yasumitsu leaned back in the large leather seat, his black briefcase beside him, while outside the window, Tokyo Bay gradually shrank.

He picked up the champagne glass, swirled it gently, and the amber liquid reflected the smug smile on his lips.

Wide sea diving, sky high the birds to fly.

With the information at his disposal, even if the Kujo family no longer has a place for him, he can still live a prosperous life and even become a guest of honor of the Ashworth family.

"Mr. Baoguang".

Henry White across from him put down his coffee cup, his gaze scrutinizing.

"For the sake of our friendship, I would like to verify the authenticity of the information."

"Don't rush." ​​Kujo Yasumitsu took a leisurely sip of champagne. "I need to make sure I'm safe first."

The information he possessed was his livelihood, and he would never hand it over until he was truly out of danger.

Henry White didn't say much, just smiled, picked up his coffee cup, and took a sip.

Kujo Yasumitsu didn't bother to guess the meaning behind his smile. He knew perfectly well that the Ashworth family needed information, while he needed protection. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, and he was safe until he arrived in Los Angeles.

Chapter 112 A Serious Slash, the Ryukyu Shinigami Appears

Outside the porthole, the azure sea stretched to the horizon, sunlight scattering into countless golden glitters. Inside the cockpit, the captain and first officer activated autopilot, removed their headsets, and prepared to take a short rest.

The co-pilot picked up his coffee cup and casually glanced out the window, his movements instantly freezing.

"Oh, shit!"

He suddenly widened his eyes and pointed ahead in disbelief.

"Look at that! Am I seeing things?! A ship is flying in the sky!"

A cloud appeared in front of the plane at some unknown time. After the cloud dispersed, a shuttle-shaped flying boat with a dark blue body was revealed. The hull was as smooth as a blade. It hovered in the cold wind at high altitude. At the bow of the boat, a mysterious person stood tall.

The captain's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively pulled up the control stick to try to avoid the situation, but it was too late.

Han Chuan slowly drew the Qingling sword from his waist, its blade reflecting a cold, blue light in the sunlight.

The final move of the broken water flow – the waterfall cleaving.

He gripped the sword with both hands, and his spiritual power surged into the blade like a river bursting its banks. The Azure Spirit began to tremble, emitting a low hum.

This is a serious cut.

He swung his sword through the air at the plane in front of him.

A crescent-shaped blade of energy, eight meters long and nearly two meters wide at its widest point, burst forth from the blade with a deafening whooshing sound. Like a silver crescent moon, it crashed straight into the nose of the aircraft with a world-destroying momentum.

Where the blade's energy passed, the air was torn apart, leaving a brief white streak. Sunlight refracted at the edge of the blade's energy, creating a seven-colored halo that was both breathtakingly beautiful and terrifying.

"boom!"

Due to the aircraft's hasty evasive maneuver, the nose of the plane was sliced ​​off diagonally like paper in the face of the blade's energy. The deafening sound of metal tearing apart was deafening, and sparks flew from the instrument panel.

The cockpit detached from the fuselage instantly, exposed to the gale. The two pilots were strapped in by their seatbelts and suspended in mid-air. Their terrified screams were carried away by the wind as they watched themselves get closer and closer to the sea.

Meanwhile, inside the cabin, lights flashed wildly and alarms blared incessantly.

Kujo Yasumitsu's champagne glass slipped from his hand, spilling the wine all over himself, but he was completely unaware, his pupils focused only on the suddenly falling front of the cabin.

"What's going on?!"

He didn't think the Kujo family would go to such lengths, ordering the downing of a plane for the sake of a traitor. No one would allow such radical behavior to happen.

At that moment, he had no time to think about anything else. He immediately fastened his seatbelt, wanting only to save his life as much as possible. But looking around, all he felt was despair. He couldn't think of any way to survive the plane crash.

At that altitude, even a parachute cannot open.

He didn't want to die. He still had a lot of wealth and honor waiting for him to enjoy. He had once held a high position. Why had he fallen to this state?

The oxygen masks in the cabin fell down one after another. Henry White desperately grabbed the armrest of his seat, looking at the nose of the plane that had disappeared without a trace. The wind kept rushing in from the broken part, and his face turned pale.

"Fuck! Have we been attacked by missiles?"

He had heard that Tokyo was being very strange lately, but he never expected it to be this strange. He was just on a business trip, and he never thought he would lose his life.

Ashworth's servants, responsible for cabin service, screamed as they were swept out of the cabin by the gale and disappeared without a trace.

The plane crashed at a speed far exceeding their expectations. The Gulfstream, having lost its nose, trailed thick smoke and swirled as it plummeted toward the sea.

"boom!"

A towering column of water splashed into the sea, and debris was scattered in the azure water. The people inside the cabin who were not blown away by such a violent impact instantly fell into a coma. As water entered the cabin, they quickly disappeared into the sea.

In the last moments before falling into a coma, Kujo Yasumitsu's mind was filled with regret for betraying the Kujo family.

Seeing that the wreckage in the distance had disappeared, Han Chuanyou did not linger. The fairy boat drew an elegant arc in the sky and turned back towards Haneda.

Done, it was that easy.

[You have successfully killed the one who defected to the demon race and obtained the following loot: Yellow-rank superior spell jade slip - Fireball Spell, and 30 mid-grade spirit stones]

Fireball? Sounds like a wide-range fire spell, not bad.

Han Chuanyou was completely satisfied at this moment.

Once back in the airport terminal, he quickly bought snacks and oranges and hurried toward the VIP lounge.

Inside the VIP room, Han Chuan Mei Yue was getting impatient. When she saw him come over, she couldn't help but complain, "It takes you so long to buy snacks. Where did you go?"

"I went to the restroom briefly, it didn't take long. Here, have an orange."

Han Chuan You took out an orange and handed it to Mei Yue.

Han Chuan Mei Yue stopped arguing: "You peel it for me to eat, my hand is not convenient."

"alright."

What else could he do? He was used to being served by Meiyue, but now it was his turn to serve her.

Before long, it was their turn to board the plane.