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

"Of course, don't doubt my understanding of you."

Han Chuanyou suddenly thought of something interesting, raised his hands and grabbed at the air, saying with ill intent:

"By the way, Mizuki, I heard that 'striking the phoenix tendons' is popular in Thailand. Do you want to try it?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're talking about."

Han Chuan Mei Yue kicked again, but Han Chuan You grabbed her hand.

Her knowledge was no less than his; when she was getting a facial at a beauty salon, she had heard wealthy women talk about massage parlors that offered this kind of massage, and that it was done by male masseurs.

It can only be said that these wealthy women have really wild ways of doing things in private. They call it massage, but it's hard to say what they actually use to massage them. It's obvious that they are using massage to seek stimulation.

Han Chuanyou felt a ticklish sensation from playing with the soles of her feet, so she pulled her feet away.

"Alright, stop disturbing my reading."

"Wait a minute, it's your turn to apply it for me."

Han Chuan You quickly took off his shirt and shorts.

Han Chuan Mei Yue looked down and couldn't help but spit out, "Shameless."

"What are you afraid of? It's just you and me here, and no one else can see us. Hurry up, don't let your little brother get sunburned."

"You'll just get sunburned to death."

Han Chuan Meiyue complained that he was too fussy, but still got up from the rattan chair, came to her side, picked up the sunscreen and squeezed some onto her hand.

Her hand traced the boy's body; the near-perfect muscle definition made her throat dry. This physique was fatally attractive to women, especially to a thirsty, older woman like her.

Why bother practicing so well for no reason?

As Han Chuan Meiyue touched it, she complained inwardly, touching the same spot more than once.

The front is now coated.

"Turn over."

"No need, this is fine."

Han Chuanyou smiled and reached out to put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Then, he held her waist with both hands, pressing her against his body. The texture of the sunscreen on her skin enhanced the feel of her skin.

Han Chuanyou looked at Meiyue in front of him. Under the sunlight, Meiyue's skin, which was coated with sunscreen, glistened with moisture. Her hair was blown by the breeze, and a few strands drifted in front of the charming peach blossoms, adding a touch of hazy beauty.

Behind her stretched an endless expanse of azure sea, and the porticoes on either side served as perfect picture frames, making her look absolutely stunning.

He pulled Meiyue close to his waist, making her press against him. The softness in front of him was especially clear, and coupled with their previous intimate actions, his heart gradually burned with desire.

"Mizuki, close your eyes, I want to kiss you."

"No."

Han Chuan You felt cool, which dispelled some of the heat from his body. Han Chuan Mei Yue didn't want to get up for a moment, nor did she want to spoil the boy too much, so she turned her head away.

Han Chuanyou placed his palms on either side of her head, making her look at him: "Please, Meiyue, if you keep forbidding this and that, be careful someone might make me do something reckless."

Are you threatening me?

Han Chuan Mei Yue's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

"No, it's just that I've finally come to a new environment, and I feel it would be a waste not to do something."

Mizuki is the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force, a fact that Han Chuan You has always known.

"Mizuki, close your eyes."

The boy beneath her looked expectantly at her, his eyes revealing a genuine emotion that made it impossible to refuse.

She sighed inwardly; hadn't she also had those impulses?

She slowly closed her eyes.

Han Chuanyou smiled, leaned in, and pressed his lips against hers, which were still just touching, at most letting him taste the lip gloss.

The warm air exhaled from their lungs mingled between them, and he wrapped his arms around the full moon behind him, tighter and tighter.

If this continued, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to take it anymore. Han Chuan Mei Yue opened her eyes and pushed the boy away.

"Are you thinking about these filthy things all the time, you brat?"

Her lips were still glistening with moisture as she leaned against Han Chuanyou's chest and rose slightly.

Han Chuan You expressed his innocence.

"How can I control this? Mizuki, don't you know how charming you are?"

Han Chuan Meiyue clicked her tongue lightly, grabbed it, and wanted to refine it instantly: "It was quite comfortable lying on you, but this thing is always in the way. It's really troublesome."

Han Chuanyou narrowed his eyes slightly and gasped.

"Mizuki, if you're not going to eat, stop poking at my food! Who can stand this?"

"Is it really that exciting?"

Han Chuan Meiyue's lips curled into a mischievous smile. Although she felt it was inappropriate, Han Chuan You's expression was particularly interesting.

She tugged at his hand again, making Han Chuanyou's expression even more unbearable.

Suddenly, noticing the change, she couldn't help but let go of her hand.

"It's kind of scary."

Han Chuanyou finally breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of grief and indignation.

"Mizuki, don't you feel any remorse for toying with your younger brother like this?"

Han Chuan Meiyue patted herself back and forth again, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush, but her tone was indifferent.

"You've played this before when you were a kid. Go away, move aside."

After saying that, she straightened up, looking completely indifferent, like a heartless woman who had toyed with the naive young Chu Nan and then turned her back on him.

"Mizuki, you have no heart!"

Chapter 122 Assassins Attack, Miss Mizuki's First Meeting

It took Han Chuan You a long time to calm his agitated heart. He protested against Mei Yueguang's provocative behavior, but there was nothing he could do.

Meiyue became increasingly indulgent towards him, feeling that the day was not far off and he would definitely show him his strength then.

I'll be a father someday.

The rhythmic sound of distant waves gradually calmed him down. Han Chuanyou turned his head and asked, "Mizuki, my friend wants to invite you to a hot spring. Do you want to go?"

When traveling, hot springs are definitely a must. With two beauties, Miss Kujo and Mizuki, soaking in a hot spring together, Yuu Kaname could already imagine what a beautiful scene it would be.

"When?"

Mizuki Hanakawa was also curious about the so-called young lady that Yu Hanakawa had mentioned.

If they are just ordinary friends, that's fine, but if she has other feelings for Han Chuanyou, then I need to keep an eye on her.

She doesn't object to Han Chuan having a girlfriend, and doesn't want her to cause any regrets in his life, but she also won't give up her own interests.

After nurturing Xiaoyou for so many years, it's not so easy for someone else to just pick her. You have to make them realize that Xiaoyou belongs to them first and foremost, and that's the basic requirement.

"Tomorrow night, they said it would be at a private vacation villa near Baiming Mountain."

"A private villa? She really is a rich young lady."

Han Chuan Mei Yue lazily responded and agreed.

……

At Naha Airport, a plane slowly lands on the runway.

The plane from the United States was full of tourists, including a tall man wearing a baseball cap with a backpack on his back, who looked like an ordinary backpacker.

His facial features were strong and defined. In his early forties, his skin had a rough texture from being exposed to the sun and sea breeze, as if he had traveled to many places.

His name is Vasilykonov, an Eastern European of Russian descent. He is a professional assassin with 17 years of experience and 47 assassination records, with a success rate of 90%.

This includes political figures and wealthy businessmen from various countries.

As a professional assassin, he represents no stance and only cares about money. Some time ago, he successfully assassinated a senior Shiite leader in the Middle East and escaped unscathed.

This time, he was commissioned by the Ashworth family to carry out a bomb attack on the Kujo family's core businesses in Tokyo, ideally killing key figures in the Kujo family and causing maximum chaos and shock.

Three million US dollars is enough for him to live happily for a while.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man came forward to greet them, as if welcoming a friend who had come from afar.

"Welcome! Have fun here, we've prepared souvenirs for you."

"Okay, please take me to the hotel."

Vasily's grey-blue eyes, hidden beneath his baseball cap, scanned the surroundings to make sure no one was watching, before following his contact toward the parking lot.

Tokyo is the Kujo family's stronghold, with tight security, making it extremely difficult to carry out any sabotage there.

But Ryukyu is different. It is far from the mainland, with a large flow of people and relatively loose supervision, making it easier for people to sneak in.

More importantly, there is a US military base in Okinawa, which means he can get his hands on some good things that are not normally available, such as military-grade plastic explosives, remote detonation devices, and unnumbered firearms.

In the car arranged by his contact, Vasily closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was already working out the action plan.

He had just checked into the hotel and closed the door when he received a message from the middleman.

"Ashworth has found the flight information of the eldest daughter of the Kujo family. She is currently in Okinawa. If you can kill her there, the bounty will be increased by one million, and the money will be deposited into the same account."

Vasily leaned against the window, surveying the surroundings without the slightest hesitation.

"I accepted it and sent over the other party's information and current location."

He hung up the phone, placed it on the coffee table, took out a map of Ryukyu from a compartment in his suitcase, laid it flat on the table, and then retrieved what he needed from the safe in the room.

Two Glock rifles, a Remington MSR sniper rifle disassembled and housed in a special hard case, and four pieces of remotely detonated plastic explosives.

He had no reason to refuse money offered to him by the eldest daughter of the Kujo family.

For a professional assassin, killing is the simplest thing; the real challenge is escaping successfully after the kill. Therefore, scouting the location in advance is extremely important.

He didn't want the money in his bank account and his wife to end up benefiting someone else; no matter how rich you are, you have to be alive to enjoy it.

My phone vibrated again.

The images and information were sent by an intermediary.

Vasily looked at the noble and elegant young woman in the photo; even though it was taken from a candid angle, she was still stunning.

What a vibrant and beautiful life! He sighed. It's a pity it's about to wither away.

He put down his phone, closed his eyes, and his right hand habitually swept slowly across his chest, from top to bottom, then from right to left.

"Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner."

He recited the Jesus Prayer in a low voice.

Although there is a conflict between being an Orthodox Christian and being an assassin, God loves the world and has also given people the freedom of will.

Everyone has their time to die; he just wanted to get those people into God's embrace as quickly as possible.

He comforted himself, opened his eyes again, and planned to rest up and go out to scout out the target's movements the next day.

Finally, at the optimal moment, let the flower made of blood bloom, then escape and proceed with the next step.

The young lady invited me to a hot spring, but of course, we didn't go there in the evening.

After breakfast, Mizuki drove Hankawa Yu to the resort hotel where Kujo Kitsune was staying.

It was the same hotel restaurant as yesterday. Mizuki and Miss Kujo met for the first time. Both of them wore polite and proper smiles, but their eyes were subtly sizing each other up.

The moment Han Chuan Mei Yue saw Kujou Kitsune, she knew that the other party was no ordinary person; every gesture she made exuded the elegance and nobility of a young lady from a prestigious family.

Upon hearing Han Chuan You's introduction, the surname Kujo reminded her of the Five Households, one of the top families in Japan.

Han Chuan Mei Yue couldn't help but wonder if Xiao You and the young lady in front of her had really gotten together. She wondered if she could escape the Kujo family's pursuit if she cheated on the young lady with her.

She suddenly felt a slight itch on her neck.

Probably not, after all, I am Xiaoyou's older sister, and strictly speaking, I am the one who was cheated on.

In addition, she had often been in contact with wealthy women from prominent families, who were known for their chaotic private lives. They would have affairs with bodyguards in front of their husbands, and there were both male-male and female-female relationships. The level of acceptance between husband and wife was quite high.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but consider another possibility.

In addition, she was puzzled as to why such a rich young lady would take a liking to her own brat.