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

They were traveling on an older Boeing 787, which had rather outdated facilities. The advantage was that the seats were arranged in the same direction, allowing them to chat with Meiyue and alleviate the loneliness of the journey.

Tokyo is nearly 2,000 kilometers away from Okinawa, so a two- or three-hour flight isn't particularly difficult.

I could feel the plane slowly descending as soon as I finished my airplane meal.

Looking out the porthole, the Ryukyu Islands unfold on the azure sea, with the coral reefs and shallows shimmering like layers of emerald, resembling a tranquil southern landscape painting.

More than the beautiful scenery below, Han Chuanyu was more concerned about the military bases scattered throughout the Ryukyu Islands.

The runway, hangar, and radar array, like patches of gray scars, are placed on this land that should have been peaceful.

As a former vassal state of the Xia Kingdom, the Ryukyu Kingdom existed for hundreds of years, but was forcibly annexed in modern times.

The native language was banned, Chinese characters were eliminated, and even names were forced to be changed to Japanese.

After being annexed, the Ryukyuans were never treated as natives by the islanders.

Towards the end of the war, Ryukyu was used as a shield for the decisive battle on the mainland, and hundreds of thousands of civilians were pushed onto the battlefield as cannon fodder or asked to commit mass suicide for the Emperor.

After the defeat, Ryukyu was placed under American trusteeship and became the largest military stronghold in the Far East. Land was forcibly seized, bases were polluted, and American troops committed atrocities. All sorts of unspeakable evils were committed on this land.

I've heard that over the past few decades, there have been more than 6,000 cases of various atrocities committed by American soldiers, including rape, murder, robbery, and other crimes.

Even more absurdly, the island nation's laws are powerless to punish these soldiers, and the island nation's officials always turn a blind eye to the suffering of the local residents, as if their lives and deaths have nothing to do with them.

Han Chuan You withdrew his gaze, hoping that he wouldn't run into any trouble here.

Otherwise, after the Tokyo Grim Reaper, there will probably be another Ryukyu Grim Reaper.

No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

He was really going to go out for a parade that night. Since he had already clashed with the United States, he couldn't swallow his anger if he didn't teach them a lesson.

Chapter 113 I am your sister

The plane landed at Naha Airport.

As soon as I stepped out of the terminal, a moist sea breeze blew in my face, carrying a faint salty smell and the fragrance of tropical plants.

It was already hot in Ryukyu in early May, with the bright sunshine shining on the asphalt roads, but the temperature was still acceptable, warm but not dry.

Mizuki booked a guesthouse on the beach in Motobu-cho, which was a bit far from Naha, but it suited her perfectly—quiet, by the sea, and with a sea view right outside the window.

The driver arranged by the guesthouse was already waiting at the arrival gate, holding up a sign that read "Miss Hanchuan," and had dark skin.

"Miss Hanchuan, welcome."

The middle-aged man looked at Han Chuan You beside him.

"This must be the young lady's boyfriend, right? They look so well-matched. Are they here for a vacation?"

"Yes, uncle has a good eye."

Before Meiyue could explain, Hanchuan You put his arm around her waist and pressed himself close to her.

Seeing this, Han Chuan Mei Yue smiled slightly and did not deny it, a subtle emotion rising in her heart.

That brat only knows how to say what he wants to hear; I can't stand him anymore.

Come to think of it, this guy is at the age where he's considered her boyfriend wherever he goes.

The driver, Uncle Amuro Daiken, was a local from Okinawa. He was very talkative and had a personality quite different from people from Tokyo; he possessed a unique simplicity and cheerfulness.

As the car drove away from the airport and headed north along the coastline, groups of American soldiers could be seen strolling around outside the window from time to time. Tourists and locals around them would give way when they saw them, as if they were some kind of plague.

These people seemed to enjoy this sense of privilege, strolling leisurely as if they were wandering in their own backyard.

"There are so many American soldiers here."

Han Chuan You couldn't help but complain out loud.

"Of course, there are more than 20,000 soldiers stationed here."

Thinking of something, Amuro Daiken angrily cursed:

"They claim to be maintaining the stability of the island nation, but they're all bastards. A girl was murdered recently. They're worse than pigs and dogs. The government is hopeless; they can't even make the murderers pay the price."

"There's nothing we can do. For those scumbags in the government, these military bases are just a way to show their loyalty to America and maintain their rule. Anyway, they're not the ones who suffer."

Political enthusiast Mizuki resumed her daily critiques.

When Amuro Daiken heard her say that, they immediately clicked and started chatting.

"That's right. And those guys at the police headquarters are a bunch of useless idiots. They take the money and do nothing, and they even let the American military police patrol the streets. What's the use of letting soldiers manage soldiers? What we want is for them to withdraw."

Han Chuan You looked puzzled, wondering what the older man would think if he knew that Mizuki was a police inspector.

We had a great chat along the way, and finally, the car stopped in front of a detached house.

It's a small brick house with a low, white-painted wall inlaid with seashells. Through the trees in front of the house, you can see the beach in the distance, and then an endless expanse of azure sea.

Han Chuanyou looked around and was quite satisfied. It was separated from the surrounding houses by a distance, providing excellent privacy.

"Alright, Miss Hanchuan, please contact me if you need anything. This car is yours now."

Han Chuan Mei Yue nodded: "Thank you, Uncle. Thank you for your trouble."

"No trouble at all, have fun."

Upon entering the house, the layout is quite different from traditional Japanese style. There are no tatami mats or sliding doors, but rather a separate bedroom and clear functional areas. The white walls are paired with natural wood furniture, creating a simple and bright atmosphere that exudes the unique characteristics of southern folk houses.

Han Chuanyou entered the room. The bed was large and covered with crisp linen sheets. He turned around, put his arm around Meiyue beside him, and fell onto the soft bed. The mattress bounced and swayed, intensifying the sensation of Meiyue pressing against his chest.

The person in my arms smelled wonderful and had a soft body, making me reluctant to let go.

Han Chuan You looked at Mei Yue, who was held tightly in his arms, and said expectantly, "Mei Yue, let's do what boyfriends and girlfriends do."

"Who said we're boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Mizuki, you didn't explain our relationship just now. Not explaining means you agree."

"You've gotten too big for your britches just because I gave you some face. I'm your older sister."

Compared to being boyfriend and girlfriend, Miyuki felt that she still preferred the identity of being an older sister. Compared to romantic love, familial affection was obviously a stronger bridge connecting the two.

"Wouldn't that be even more exciting? I never knew you had this kind of hobby, Mizuki."

Han Chuanyou gave him a look that said, "I really can't do anything with you," tightened his embrace around the delicate body, and moved closer to her charming face.

"How about we do something that normal siblings wouldn't do?"

Upon hearing this, Meiyue rolled her eyes at her.

Han Chuan Mei Yue gave him a push, but couldn't budge him, so she gave up and simply closed her eyes, speaking in a lazy tone.

"Go away, I'm going to take a nap."

The room fell silent. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a healthy blush on Meiyue's bright, oval face, like a ripe peach.

A sudden impulse surged within Han Chuanyou.

"Mizuki, I want to kiss you."

"No." The voice remained languid, with a slightly seductive tone at the end.

"But I really want to, I want to die for it."

This time, only silence responded to Han Chuan You; the woman in his arms, Mizuki, seemed to be asleep, her breathing even.

Seeing this, Han Chuanyou slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Mizuki's closed eyelids trembled, and a beautiful soft moan escaped her throat.

Soft and bouncy, slightly cool.

A sense of satisfaction welled up in Han Chuanyou's heart. He parted his lips slightly and gently took her soft lower lip into his mouth, the sweet scent of lip gloss filling their mouths.

"Um……"

Mizuki let out a lazy, alluring voice again, her breathing gradually becoming rapid, and pushed his head away.

"Don't push your luck."

"okay."

Han Chuan You tightened his embrace around Mei Yue with satisfaction, able to clearly hear her accelerated heartbeat.

……

At this moment in Tokyo, Yuu's previous actions had given Kujo Kitsune a big surprise.

“Miss, the air traffic control center received the ELT signal from that Gulfstream.” Hongye’s voice was somewhat complicated. “That plane crashed in the near sea.”

Upon hearing the news over the phone, Kujo Kitsune raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

A crash? What a coincidence?

She hesitated for a moment, then dialed her mother's number again.

"Mother, Kujo Yasumitsu's plane crashed. Was it your doing?"

Maki Kujo was also somewhat surprised:

"Of course not. I also received the news that the plane belongs to the Ashworth family. They are likely to pin the blame on the Kujo family and will probably cause us trouble later."

Kujou listened quietly without saying a word.

"However, it's not a bad thing that the documents in Kujo Yasumitsu's possession were kept. Just be careful lately, and leave the rest to me."

"Don't you need me to investigate the specific reasons?"

"No need, I have my own arrangements for this."

Kujo Maki paused, her tone suddenly becoming lighter.

"You should relax for a few days. Go play with that kid. Leave the family matters to me."

After chatting casually with her mother for a few more minutes, Kujo Kitsune hung up the phone.

Holding her phone, staring at the darkened screen, she pondered for a moment.

Should I go find Han Chuan You? That guy's on vacation right now, what if I suddenly...?

Now that she was free of worries, the young woman thought of something, a slight smile playing on her lips, and quickly made a decision.

Chapter 114 Qi Refining Level Nine, Traitor in the Military

When Han Chuan Mei Yue opened her eyes after her afternoon nap, the first thing she saw was the handsome face of a young man.

Nestled in the boy's arms, her comforting embrace made her feel at ease; she hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

Her gaze fell on the boy's lips, which were beautifully shaped and, combined with his handsome features, were almost flawless.

Recalling the sensation of that kiss, her heart still raced a little.

In this new environment, the two are detached from their original social backgrounds. In this unfamiliar place, no one cares about their identities, nor are they afraid of being noticed.

Therefore, there's always this feeling that it's okay to let the other party take advantage of you a little.

No wonder some people's relationships change drastically after traveling; either they get together after the trip or they break up.

But Mizuki Hanakawa is certain that they will not be the latter; the two are familiar enough with each other that they do not need to go through a trip to get to know each other.

As for the former, the two of them have hung out together before, unless this brat insists.

Mizuki Hanakawa considered herself to be very self-controlled.

Without thinking further, she poked Han Chuanyou's cheek:

"Get up."

Han Chuan You opened his eyes and nuzzled against Mei Yue's neck:

"I don't want to get up, Mizuki, stay with me and sleep a little longer."

It's so comfortable to sleep with Meiyue in my arms. Her figure is even better than those life-size body pillows. Plus, she smells so good. It's a top-notch enjoyment for both mind and body.

Han Chuan Mei Yue looked helpless: "Alright, aren't you going to let go of me? Aren't you going out to play this afternoon?"

"Let me calm down first."

Why slow down? Just as she was wondering, Han Chuan Meiyue felt something was wrong in her lower abdomen.

"You brat, you're always in heat."

"This is beyond my control. Boys are like this when they first wake up. Meiyue, please help your brother."

Han Chuan You Tian shamelessly rubbed against her, making Han Chuan Mei Yue feel flustered.