Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Human rights are diverse, and this should be respected, but it is also limited and cannot supersede human rights, especially in cases where the individual's rights are severely violated and their dignity and physical health are severely trampled upon.

"You! Whether you're human or demon, I belong to the Hashimoto family. If you dare lay a hand on me, be prepared to anger the Hashimoto family."

The man spoke with a fierce but weak expression.

His past experience taught him that in this situation, he should show his strength and reveal his trump cards, making the other party weigh the consequences and thus extricate himself.

But things didn't go as planned; Han Chuan You was no ordinary person.

He kicked the man in the stomach.

"Ugh!!"

The man was kicked into the air by the tremendous force, and finally crashed to the ground with a "bang". He clutched his stomach, like a boiled shrimp. The extreme pain in his abdomen caused him to spasm, and he almost lost his voice.

"The Hashimoto family? They've produced a piece of trash like you, so they're probably no good. I'll keep an eye on them, but now it's your time for judgment."

Han Chuanyou pressed his foot against the man's face, then looked at the timid woman beside him, manipulating a nearby garment to cover her, his tone calm:

"Don't be afraid. Tell me everything you know, and I'll make those scum who bullied you pay the price."

Yuko Ishida shuddered, her initial terror subsiding. She tugged at her clothes, looked up at the figure in the mist, and a light returned to her previously lifeless eyes:

"Really...really?"

"After all, they call me the Grim Reaper of Tokyo. Punishing evil and cleansing away filth, isn't that normal for me?"

Yuko Ishida began to speak haltingly, her voice trembling.

The more she spoke, the colder Han Chuanyou's face became. Although shrouded in mist, the man beneath her feet could clearly feel the crushing anger emanating from him.

After all, their heads were about to be crushed.

Han Chuanyou looked down at this scumbag with disgust in his eyes.

It turns out that this man was not just an ordinary customer. His name was Hashimoto Aoki, and he was the major shareholder of this club. This private club, called Stigmata, was ostensibly a high-end members-only brothel, but inside it was a disgusting place that sold humiliation and abuse.

The vast majority of women here are not there voluntarily.

The club has deep partnerships with several loan sharks. Women who cannot repay their debts, are desperate, or have been mortgaged by their husbands or boyfriends are eventually sent here, where they are threatened, controlled, and subjected to the wanton abuse of these hypocritical beasts.

As for the guests here, they are all scumbags. As members, they all know the origins of these women, which is why they joined the club. The fact that these women, who were originally from respectable families, have fallen to this state greatly arouses their evil desires.

So tonight, none of these people can escape.

"You are a great mother, Kim Shin Agency, right? It will soon disappear from this world."

Han Chuanyou said calmly.

"But this is the place that needs to be cleaned first."

Han Chuanyou relaxed his legs and snapped his fingers.

Unable to move while being trampled underfoot, Hashimoto Aoki stood up in terror.

"Ms. Ishida, the scene may be a bit gory in a moment. If you don't mind, please stay here. It will be over soon."

As he spoke, he manipulated Hashimoto Aoki out of the room and into the hallway. As soon as he released his grip on the man's mouth, Hashimoto Aoki cried out for help: "Help! Help! Someone help me!"

At the end of the corridor, several burly men who guarded the place rushed out upon hearing the noise. They all had long knives at their waists and walked with steady steps, clearly skilled in martial arts.

As expected of a private members-only club, the security is very comprehensive, even including samurai swords.

"Mr. Hashimoto!"

The burly men's pupils contracted simultaneously when they saw the figure hidden in the mist behind Hashimoto Aoki.

"Kill...kill him!" Hashimoto Aoki's face was contorted with rage, his voice almost cracking. "Whoever can kill him, I'll give them a million, no, three million!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The burly men exchanged glances, then drew their samurai swords with a clang, the blades gleaming coldly in the dim light of the corridor.

They roared in unison, raised their long swords, and charged towards Han Chuanyou.

The blade cleaved through the air with overwhelming force.

Han Chuanyou took a step back and gently waved his right hand.

Hashimoto Aoki, who was standing to the side, suddenly stiffened, and then uncontrollably rushed towards the burly man at the front, heading straight for the blade.

"Pfft—"

The long sword pierced Hashimoto Aoki's left shoulder, and blood gushed out, splattering all over the burly man's face.

"Ah!" Hashimoto Aoki let out a pig-like scream, his body trembling violently, blood flowing down his arm and dripping onto the carpet in the corridor, spreading into a dark red stain.

"Mr. Hashimoto?! What brings you here...?"

The burly man's hand gripping the knife hilt froze, his pupils dilated, and he seemed somewhat at a loss.

Han Chuanyou didn't give him time to react. He stepped forward, gripped the hilt of the knife with his left hand, raised his right foot, and kicked the burly man hard in the chest.

"Click."

The sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible. The burly man was sent flying backward, crashing into the corridor wall. He slid down softly, blood gushing from his mouth, and never got up again.

He casually pulled the katana from Hashimoto Aoki's shoulder, the sound of the blade scraping against bone was sickening, and Hashimoto Aoki convulsed in pain, his screams echoing in the corridor.

Then Han Chuanyou kicked him to the ground, stepped on his back, and turned to look at the remaining four underlings.

With the longsword in hand, he casually twirled it to get used to its weight and balance. His swordsmanship background made it relatively easy to use.

"Will you come one by one, or all at once?"

The group of people were intimidated by his imposing presence and instinctively took a step back.

Upon seeing this, Han Chuanyou suddenly stepped forward, and a flash of light appeared on his blade.

Before the burly man on the far left could even raise his knife, Han Chuanyou's long blade had already slashed across his throat, leaving a thin red line before a large amount of blood gushed out.

The man's eyes widened, he clutched his throat and made a hissing sound before collapsing to the ground.

The second security guard swung his knife from the right, but Han Chuanyou dodged to the side and stabbed him in the abdomen with a backhand strike, the tip of the knife emerging from his back.

He drew his knife expressionlessly, blood splattering on the corridor walls. The man fell to his knees, the knife clattering to the ground.

The remaining two burly men were terrified and turned to run away.

Han Chuan You did not chase after him, but instead threw the katana in his hand.

The long sword spun in the air, precisely piercing one of the men's backs and exiting through his chest. The man staggered forward two steps, collapsed to the ground, and never moved again.

The last security guard had already run to the stairwell. Han Chuanyou caught up in a few steps, grabbed him from behind by the back of the neck, lifted him up like a chick, and slammed him heavily against the wall.

"Bang!" The sound of a skull shattering mixed with blood rang out, and the man slid to the ground before he could even scream.

The corridor fell silent, save for Hashimoto Aoki's painful groans.

Han Chuan You bent down, picked up a fairly handy katana, walked over to Hashimoto Aoki, and squatted down.

Hashimoto Aoki lay on the ground, covered in blood, his face streaked with tears and snot, mumbling his pleas for mercy:

"No...don't kill me...how much money do you want...the Hashimoto family will give you...ten times...a hundred times..."

Han Chuanyou looked at him as if he were a pile of garbage.

"The Hashimoto family?" he said softly. "I told you, I'll meet with them sometime."

He raised his hand and plunged the knife into the man's spleen without hesitation.

Before Hashimoto Aoki could even scream, a knife was plunged into his lung.

Now he could only let out a weak, escaping sound.

"Does it hurt? You only know the pain when the wound is on your own body. People like you deserve to be torn to pieces."

With the final strike, a flash of light, and Hashimoto Aoki's head rolled to the ground, blood gushing from the severed neck, staining the corridor carpet red.

His eyes were still open, his expression frozen between fear and disbelief, he died with his eyes wide open.

Han Chuanyou straightened up, took a long breath, and calmed his pounding heart.

It was my first time killing someone with my own hands, and I felt a little out of sorts.

However, this is just the beginning.

The rest of you will not escape.