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

"Believe it or not, I'll snap it in two."

She tensed her thighs and exerted a little force.

Han Chuan You gasped and couldn't help but hug the round moon behind Mei Yue.

Mizuki and Yuri each have their own unique thrills.

A strange sensation also arose deep within Han Chuan Mei Yue's body.

She couldn't stand the brat anymore and pushed him away.

"Alright, that's enough. I don't want to smell like fish."

Han Chuan Youye knew when to stop, released his arms from her, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Where should we go this afternoon?

Meiyue sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting her skirt. Inadvertently, a section of her fair and smooth thigh was revealed. It was this guy who had ruined things just now, and Hanchuan You couldn't help but pinch it.

Mizuki Hanakawa slapped his hand away: "Let's go for a ride on the Fukuki Forest Road in Bise. You can rent bicycles there and enjoy the scenery while riding."

"Understood, let's go."

The two didn't follow the plan completely in the afternoon.

They weren't the type to rush through their itinerary. They stopped to take photos wherever they saw something beautiful, and went into an interesting shrine to pay their respects. They didn't feel any sense of urgency as travelers.

After exploring the area, we ended the day with a meal of Ryukyu specialty pork kaku-ni (pork belly stew), which was quite delicious and had a similar feel to Dongpo pork.

And so the day ends.

At night, the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoes from the distant coastline, one after another, bringing a sense of calm to the heart.

Meiyue had been out shopping all afternoon and was exhausted. She snuggled into bed and soon fell into a deep sleep, her breathing even and long.

In the next room, Han Chuanyou sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a spirit stone in his palm. Spiritual energy was drawn from the stone in thin threads and flowed into his dantian, circulating slowly through his meridians.

As the spirit stone turned into ordinary stone, the fluctuations of spiritual energy on his body gradually intensified, surging like a tide, and finally broke through the critical point.

Qi Refining Level 9...

He opened his eyes, a glint of inspiration flashing in them. Once the spiritual energy in his dantian was fully saturated, he could then try to liquefy his spiritual energy, break through that threshold, and enter the Foundation Establishment stage.

He stood up, his bones crackling softly, then clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.

My physical strength has improved to a whole new level.

I have now fully mastered the Fireball spell I just learned.

Han Chuanyou listened to the sounds from next door, confirmed that Mizuki was fast asleep, and smiled slightly. It was time to go out for a stroll and start his Grim Reaper business.

He took out the sub-talent of the Mother-Child Early Warning Array from his storage ring and stuck it under the bed in case Mizuki suddenly came looking for him. Then he sank down and fled towards the Kume area.

As a hotspot for violent crimes committed by American soldiers, going there is definitely the right thing to do.

……

Shinta Kishimoto runs a bar that mainly caters to local residents and tourists, and of course, it also attracts soldiers who love to drink and cause trouble.

It's one thing for those soldiers to cause trouble after drinking, but the day before yesterday they actually wanted to cooperate with me to sell some so-called high-energy stuff.

The other party promised to give him 20% of the profits and said that he had connections and would be protected, but he refused without even thinking about it.

These military bases are already atrocious enough; it's impossible for them to further destroy what little young people they have left and turn them into drug addicts.

After handing the bar over to the staff, Shinta Kishimoto pulled out his little motorcycle, ready to ride home.

Unbeknownst to him, several drunk soldiers behind him noticed him. After a brief conversation, they ignored the fact that they had drunk quite a bit and got into their car to follow him.

On the jeep.

David, in the driver's seat, licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with lust, looking impatient.

"We have to teach that boss a lesson this time. Did you see his wife when you came to the bar last time? She has such a big ass, it looks like she'd be comfortable to sit on."

The passenger in the passenger seat was a dark-skinned soldier named Larry. Upon hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Of course I saw him, and his daughter too. She's incredibly beautiful. Who's going first?"

"Of course, I'll go first. I've been eyeing his wife's big ass for ages. Don't try to take it from me."

Paul in the back row chuckled: "Then I'll take care of his daughter. I like young ones. We'll tie the boss up and just watch him. That'll be exciting!"

"You really know how to play."

Inside the car, another round of vulgar language erupted as people began planning their next move.

The three men were the same soldiers who discussed cooperation with Shinta Kishimoto the day before yesterday. Last month, they assaulted a teenage girl and even made the local news.

However, after the incident, he was only confined at the base for half a month before being released, and his rank was not reduced.

After all, they were highly sought after by the higher-ups. They were originally just street thugs in China, but after getting into trouble with other gangs, they couldn't make a living and decided to join the army to make a living.

You ask why they can join the military despite their numerous misdeeds? Of course, it's because the US military has such lenient political background checks that they're practically nonexistent, and all sorts of crimes can be exempted from military service.

The Marine Corps, where they are, has an entrance exam with a maximum score of 100, and a score of 10 is considered passing. Even those with a history of drug use can easily get in.

After they arrived, they curried favor with their superiors and, with the stable supply of goods from America and their skilled sales techniques, resumed their old business here.

Because they had helped their superiors amass a great deal of wealth, and even the most serious crimes they committed were protected by their superiors, coupled with the previous few lenient punishments, they became increasingly lawless.

Since the bar owner is so unreasonable, then they shouldn't blame them for being ruthless.

They've been holding back for a while now.

Chapter 115 Kayako's Trial, Death's Provocation

As the group inside the car were envisioning the wonderful night that was about to begin, little did they know that their every action and conversation was being watched by Han Chuanyou.

Han Chuan You doesn't plan to hide his whereabouts tonight.

The behavior of these American soldiers was even worse than I had imagined.

He had countless ways to make those three scoundrels die quietly, but that wasn't enough to terrify the rest of the group.

He wanted these people to conjure up images of death whenever they thought of committing evil.

His goal was to make those evildoers live in constant fear of the impending punishment of death.

But he wants them to receive the judgment they deserve first.

He followed behind the jeep, not making any rash moves.

The jeep followed far behind Shinta Kishimoto's small motorcycle.

Shinta Kishimoto was completely unaware of this. He finally parked his car in front of a detached house, pushed open the door, and went inside. The lights came on, and he could faintly hear his wife and daughter greeting him.

The jeep drove past his house, circled around, and after confirming that there were no police officers or bystanders nearby, parked again near the house.

David turned off the engine, turned around and lowered his voice: "Quiet down, everyone. Don't disturb the neighbors. If someone calls the police, tonight's fun will be ruined."

Larry flashed a set of yellow teeth, his dark face full of lewdness: "Don't worry, when it comes to infiltration, we blacks are professionals."

The three men got out of the car furtively, pulled out daggers from their waists, and reached for the detached house with the nameplate that read "Kishimoto".

Paul was a habitual thief before joining the army, so he was already very familiar with these places. He went around to the side of the house, tried a few windows, and soon found an unlocked sliding window.

The three of them, one helping the other, pulled each other along, and slipped inside silently.

There was a study at the landing point, and you could faintly hear voices from next door.

"Shinta, the bathtub is full of water, go take a bath."

"Okay, I'm going."

good chance.

The group exchanged glances, seeing the same meaning in each other's eyes.

Just as they were preparing to wait for Kishimoto Shinta to enter the bathroom before making their move on his wife and daughter, the three of them suddenly felt that their surroundings had changed.

A chill washed over him like a tide, penetrating to his very bones. Paul couldn't help but shiver and rubbed his arms.

Why is it suddenly so cold?

"Shh-"

David held up a finger, his gaze fixed on the half-open door.

A woman's voice could be faintly heard coming from the end of the corridor, followed by the sound of the bathroom door closing.

"I'll go see what his wife looks like first."

Larry was getting impatient. He licked his lips, gripped the dagger, and headed towards the door.

Just as he pushed open the door, the corridor lights suddenly went out. Larry paused for a moment, and before he could turn around, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

She was dressed in white, had long hair, and had her head down, so her face was not visible.

Larry grinned, brandished the dagger in his hand, and threatened:

"Madam, now that you've discovered it, you'd better not act rashly, otherwise, it's hard to say what might happen to your husband and daughter."

The woman in white did not answer.

She slowly raised her head.

Her facial features are well-proportioned and she can be described as beautiful.

Larry felt a little unfamiliar with this face; it didn't seem to be this person as Shinta Kishimoto's wife.

The next second, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared: blood began to seep from the woman's eyes, and blood flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto her white dress and spreading into glaring red flowers.

Her mouth opened little by little, the corners of her mouth torn to her ears, revealing a dark, toothless, tongueless pharynx, inside which something seemed to be wriggling.

"What the fuck!"

Larry's smile froze on his face, and he let out a gasp.

What the hell is this?!

The woman in white suddenly leaned back, her joints reversed, her bones twisted, and she crawled towards them on all fours like a spider, moving at an extremely fast speed.

Larry turned to run, but his legs were completely out of his control and he couldn't move them at all. He could only watch helplessly as the woman pounced on him, grabbed his ankles with both hands, and clenched her fingers, digging them into his flesh.

"Crack!"

The bones cracked, and then his foot was broken off, followed by his entire lower leg being ripped off at the knee. Blood splattered on the wall, leaving a bright red stain.

Larry's face turned deathly pale instantly. He clutched his severed leg and rolled on the ground, screaming in agony.

David and Paul, standing behind them, were terrified by this bizarre scene.

What kind of creature is that...? Did they encounter Kayako?

How could such a thing possibly exist! And weren't they just breaking into a private house?

Although they couldn't believe it was real, it was all so real and right in front of them. They had no time to think and just wanted to escape this terrifying place as soon as possible.

They turned and ran toward the door, but the door was right in front of them. They ran a dozen steps, but the door seemed to get further and further away, as if something had stretched the corridor.

Filled with despair, they looked back again.

The woman was executing Larry, prying his mouth open with both hands and finally easily tearing his jaw off.

Larry's chin was ripped open along with his skin, blood splattering everywhere. He could only let out helpless screams. Because it wasn't a fatal wound, he couldn't die. He frantically pounded the ground with his hands, trying to relieve the pain in his body.

This scene nearly scared the two of them so much that they frantically tried to find a way out.

Just then, the woman released Larry and turned her gaze to them.

The lights flickered violently, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds as the woman's head flipped 180 degrees backward, hanging upside down and staring at them. She crawled backward on all fours, rapidly approaching the two at a chilling speed.

Paul finally remembered the pistol at his waist. After several attempts, he drew the pistol from its holster, aimed it at the approaching woman, and frantically pulled the trigger.

"You'd better die!!!"

Gunshots rang out continuously, and spent shell casings clattered to the ground.

An even more terrifying scene unfolded: the woman moved continuously, her body switching freely between the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, her limbs gripping the vertical walls at impossible angles, continuing to approach them.

"No...no! This isn't real!"

With his bullets exhausted, Paul fell to the ground, nearly fainting from fright. He closed his eyes, drew his dagger, and frantically swung it in front of him.

"what!!"

He opened his eyes and found that the knife in his hand was stuck in David's thigh beside him, the blade halfway in, and blood was flowing down the handle.

"What the hell are you doing?!"