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

David's eyes widened, and he staggered backward, clutching his leg, crashing into the wall. The wall suddenly softened, like the cavity wall of a living thing, gradually enveloping him.

"What's going on! Help me, please help me!!"

David reached out his hand to Paul, who was in dire straits himself.

David's skin was corroded by the wall, his muscles were dissolved, revealing his white skeleton, and he let out painful screams.

Seeing this scene, and the white-clad woman crawling up to him, Paul completely broke down. He threw away the dagger, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed desperately.

"Spare me! Spare me! I'll never do it again! Let us out of here!"

The woman in white remained silent, her blood-soaked hair hanging over his face. Finally, each strand of hair pierced Paul's body like a needle, then was pulled out and pierced again.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Paul opened his mouth in pain.

The woman's mouth opened again, and countless black, sticky tentacles emerged from deep within her throat, burrowing into his nostrils, ear canals, and eye sockets, wriggling wildly into his brain.

Paul could clearly feel those things gnawing at his brain, like countless worms writhing inside his skull.

The excruciating physical pain, coupled with the physical fear, caused him to completely break down mentally.

His eyes bulged out, he foamed at the mouth, and his limbs convulsed violently as if he had been electrocuted. His screams grew fainter and fainter until only a hoarse sound remained in his throat.

The three soldiers rolled on the ground, convulsing, howling, their flesh mangled and half-dead.

Just as they were about to lose consciousness, the illusions before their eyes receded like the tide.

The corridor was restored to its original state; the lights were still on, the walls were white, there was no blood on the floor, no severed legs, and the terrifying woman had vanished.

There were only three men lying on the ground, covered in cold sweat and almost completely insane, and a figure that had appeared in front of them at some unknown time.

"Who...who are you?!"

The three soldiers were in a daze, still not recovered from the illusion. All the pain they had just experienced was still vivid in their minds, as if they had died once.

Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Kishimoto settled her daughter down and cautiously approached. She then saw this scene: three soldiers collapsed on the ground, with a mysterious figure wearing a Shura mask and shrouded in mist standing in front of them.

"You...you are Lord Death?"

Mrs. Kishimoto tentatively spoke.

The trending topics about death never stopped, and the person in front of her matched the one in the news perfectly; she recognized him immediately.

"It seems my reputation has spread this far." Han Chuanyou nodded slightly, his voice calm and composed despite the mask.

"What, Lord Death?"

Shinta Kishimoto, with a towel wrapped around his waist, ran out of the bathroom and froze when he saw so many extra people in the house.

Then, he recognized the three figures sprawled on the ground, and his expression changed.

"Are you the people who came to talk to me about cooperation the day before yesterday?"

These people inexplicably appeared in my house early in the morning; it's obvious what they wanted to do.

Kishimoto Shinta felt a chill run down his spine, and a wave of fear washed over him. He dared not think about what would have happened tonight if Death hadn't come.

"The matter has been resolved. Sorry for bothering you."

Han Chuanyou didn't say anything more, turned to look at the three soldiers who were still trembling, and activated the Soul Control Gu.

The three of them stood up uncontrollably, and like marionettes, followed Han Chuanyou out of the house, through the courtyard gate, and into the night.

Shinta Kishimoto, supporting his wife, stood at the doorway, still somewhat bewildered, watching the figures disappear into the dark alley.

They actually saw the living Grim Reaper! How could the Grim Reaper suddenly appear in Ryukyu?

……

The military base on the edge of the Kume area was brightly lit even at night, with barbed wire fences erected on the high walls and searchlight beams slowly sweeping across the night sky.

There was a guard post and roadblocks at the main gate, where two fully armed American soldiers stood guard, chatting idly.

Just then, several figures appeared under the streetlights in the distance.

The searchlight swept across, and four figures emerged from the shadows, one in front and three behind.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

The Black soldier raised his rifle and aimed it at the approaching man.

The white soldier also became alert and squinted in that direction.

The searchlight's bright beam fell on the four figures, and he finally saw them clearly. The person in front wore a ferocious red mask, his whole body shrouded in a light mist, with a long sword at his waist, and every step he took carried a special sense of oppression.

The three people behind him were dressed in military uniforms, their eyes vacant.

"Oh, shit...those are soldiers from the base!"

"Stop! Or we'll shoot!"

The Black soldier pulled back the bolt and aimed at the mysterious figure at the head, but hesitated to fire for fear of harming his comrades behind him.

Han Chuanyou did not stop. He walked to a spot less than ten meters in front of the guard post and stopped. The three people behind him also stopped at the same time.

The searchlights illuminated the area as bright as day, and the night wind blew from the sea, ruffling the hem of his clothes.

"Who are you?" The black soldier was a little nervous, his gun still pointed at Han Chuanyou's chest.

"Death." Han Chuanyou's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear in the empty night. "You should know very well."

The Azure Spirit was drawn from its sheath, the blade flashing a silvery arc under the searchlight, so fast that its trajectory was barely visible.

Three heads flew up at the same time.

The three soldiers' bodies stiffened for a moment, blood spurting from their severed necks, drawing three dark red parabolas in the bright light, before they all fell to the ground.

The head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and came to rest on the edge of the yellow line in front of the guard post.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, spreading across the asphalt road and slowly flowing into the roadside ditch.

The two soldiers on guard duty were stunned. They watched helplessly as their three comrades were beheaded with a single blow, a clear provocation against the military base.

"This is just a warning, sayonara..."

Han Chuanyou waved his hand gracefully, and the moment the two soldiers fired their guns, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

Chapter 116 Operation Code Name: The Hunt, The Kujo Family Under Scrutiny

Matthew Brown, the commander of Camp Hansen, learned of what had happened at the camp gate the following day.

Three soldiers were beheaded on the spot in front of the sentries at the main gate of the camp. The murderer calmly left, and the two soldiers on the sentry post did not even fire their guns.

Matthew's face was grim. He recognized the three soldiers, because he was the one they referred to as "the one above."

Every month, he would work with the logistics department to resell a batch of so-called scrapped military supplies, including drugs brought in through special channels. These items brought him a considerable amount of illicit income each month.

Now, they were beheaded in public at the base gate.

Matthew Brown was furious. Cutting off someone's livelihood was like killing their parents, let alone committing violence at the gates of a military camp.

He absolutely hated that so-called Grim Reaper.

But now is not the time to lash out; he must report to his superiors immediately.

He drove to the camp, carrying a report prepared by his subordinates, passed through the sentry posts, and headed straight for the golf course deep inside the camp.

The football field is covered in lush green grass, with a gentle sea breeze blowing; you would never guess that this place is actually a military camp.

Lieutenant General Charles Thomas, commander of the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Force, is standing on the tee box, holding a golf club.

Although his temples were already gray, his posture was exceptionally upright, and his eyes were sharp as an eagle, giving him a very military bearing.

Matthew strode forward, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Lieutenant General, there is an emergency."

"explain."

Thomas didn't look at him, swung his club, and the white ball drew a high and far arc, landing on the edge of the green, rolling a few times, and stopping near the hole.

"Last night, at the main gate of the military camp, three soldiers were beheaded in public by an unidentified armed man."

Matthew handed over the report.

"The killer wore a red Shura mask and called himself the Grim Reaper. His characteristics closely matched the description provided by Tokyo officials. The sentry soldiers witnessed all of his actions."

Thomas took the report, flipped through a few pages, and frowned slightly.

"The Grim Reaper? The one who was playing tricks in Tokyo before?"

"Yes, and intelligence indicates that the weather weapon incident that caused heavy casualties to the investigation team recently was also the work of Death. The Pentagon is taking this very seriously."

"Is it confirmed that it was done by the same person?"

"Judging from the mask, swordsmanship, and style of doing things, they are basically consistent, but it is not yet clear whether the other party has an organizational background."

Thomas handed the report back to Matthew, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, looked at the distant blue coastline, and remained silent for a moment.

Death... he quickly calculated in his mind.

The conflict between the civilian faction led by the Minister of Defense and the military faction led by the Minister of the Army has long been intense.

The military bases stationed in Okinawa are naturally within the sphere of influence of the military faction.

He learned that William Jones, an investigator sent by the Department of Defense, had landed in Tokyo some time ago, but he was not very clear about the specifics.

However, as the news leaked out and rumors about weather weapons spread like wildfire, the Secretary of the Army called him personally, and he learned that it was for so-called high-tech weapons.

The minister hopes to investigate the situation at all costs and, if possible, obtain the relevant technology or samples before the civilian faction does, thereby strengthening the military faction's bargaining power against those civilian officials who always want to cut military spending and interfere in overseas operations.

A few days ago, he had secretly dispatched an action team to infiltrate Tokyo, preparing to strike when the opportunity arose.

Unexpectedly, the Grim Reaper came to Ryukyu on his own initiative.

Thomas put down his water glass, turned around, and looked serious.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Death is so arrogant this time, coming to the stronghold of American power in the island nation. We must give him a proper welcome."

Upon learning that Death had appeared in Okinawa, Thomas immediately convened an emergency meeting with the commanders of all camps.

After intensive discussions, a series of plans were laid out, and all that remained was for death to reappear.

Finally, they decided to codename this operation: The Hunt.

……

Han Chuanyou was completely unaware that because of his provocation, the US military had already swiftly launched a series of countermeasures against him.

Even if he knew, he would only think the more the better, since these are all ready-made experience packages.

He was carrying a bag of drinks, the sun shining down on him, as he slowly walked towards the guesthouse.

Having improved his physique to this point, Han Chuanyou is now immune to both heat and cold, and even under the blazing sun, his body surface can maintain a just-right temperature.

It's no wonder that Meiyue let him sleep with her in his arms; being close to him was no different than being in air conditioning.

He carried his things up to the second floor and then saw a particularly pleasing scene.

Sunlight streamed unhindered into the terrace, bathing the entire space in a warm golden hue.

The angle here is just right; passersby downstairs can't see inside the terrace, but sitting in the wicker chairs, they can enjoy an unobstructed view of the distant blue seascape.

Mizuki was lounging lazily in a wicker chair, wearing a sexy bikini. The black fabric accentuated her snow-white skin, and her two full breasts looked like they were about to burst out, with the overflowing soft flesh resembling marshmallows.

She lay on her side, one hand behind her head and the other on the armrest of the wicker chair, flipping through the latest fashion magazine. The round, white side of her back was particularly eye-catching.

Han Chuanyou stood at the door, admiring the scene, a smile curving his lips.

"Mizuki, you really know how to enjoy yourself."

Han Chuanyou stepped forward, took out the drinks one by one, and placed them on the small wooden table next to him.

"The point of going on vacation is to enjoy yourself."

Han Chuan Meiyue took a can of cola, clicked it open, and took a sip with her red lips slightly parted. The water droplets condensed on the can fell between her delicate collarbones, then flowed down her skin and slid into the bottomless cleavage.

Han Chuan You felt a little thirsty.

"Mizuki, you really are something, even spilling a drink. Let me wipe it for you."

He took a tissue and rubbed it against the softness in front of her; the touch was still unbeatable.

"Get out of the way."

Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away.