Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

The remaining rooms seemed to be well soundproofed, and were not disturbed by outside noise.

He kicked one of the doors open.

"Who are you?"

A flash of light, and the room fell silent, followed by a piercing scream.

"ah!!"

In several rooms in succession, Han Chuanyou did the same thing, swiftly ending the lives of several more scumbags with a single stroke of his knife.

Finally, there's the first floor.

He picked up the knife and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

On the first floor dance floor, the music was deafening and the lights were dazzling and flashing.

The members cuddled their respective "playthings," drinking, flirting, and being intimate, completely unaware that the upstairs had become a bloody inferno, and that it was their turn next.

Han Chuanyou walked down the stairs, blood still dripping from the tip of his knife.

The first person to notice him screamed.

The lights came on, and everyone looked towards the stairwell.

"What...what is that?! A ghost!!"

"Blood! It's blood!"

"Run!"

Han Chuanyou didn't say anything, but instead drew his knife and walked towards the man closest to him. That man had just pinned a trembling girl down on the sofa, preparing to broadcast the incident live.

A knife.

Blood splattered on the spot.

Screams, cries, and the sounds of overturned tables and chairs blended together.

Members scattered in all directions; some rushed towards the door, some crawled under the table, and some pulled out their phones to call the police.

But when people got to the door, they found it was closed for some reason.

This was obviously the work of a paper puppet.

Han Chuanyou walked unhurriedly across the dance floor, each strike fatal, one after another.

Exhilarating music is the best background music.

He walked with ease, weaving through the bustling crowd.

Those hypocrites were like lambs to the slaughter before him, with no chance to resist.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, some tried to fight back, and some were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, unable to even run.

No one can walk out of this door alive.

The henchmen who guarded the place swarmed in from all directions, brandishing knives and clubs as they rushed towards him.

Han Chuanyou moved with the ease of an empty space. The long sword in his hand seemed to come alive, each swing taking a life. Blood flowed on the dance floor floor, gleaming with a dark red luster under the dim lights.

Less than ten minutes.

The first floor was deathly quiet, with women huddled together in the corners, their heads tucked in their hands.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the smells of alcohol and perfume, making one want to vomit.

"Everyone can leave now."

Han Chuanyou stood in the center of the corpse, the tip of his knife against the ground, blood slowly sliding down the blade. He looked around to make sure nothing was missing before he spoke.

The women all looked up as if they had seen the Grim Reaper. Noticing that the door was open, they rushed outside, and those whose legs were weak were helped away.

Han Chuan You pushed open the door to the second-floor room. Ishida Yuko was still huddled in the corner. Hearing the noise, she looked up.

"Is it... over?"

"It's over." Han Chuanyou walked into the room, took a few tissues from the table, and slowly wiped the blood from his hands. "This club will cease to exist after tonight."

"You...who exactly are you...?" She raised her head, wanting to ask something.

But the figure shrouded in mist had already reached the window.

The night breeze blew in through the open window, stirring the curtains.

"Who I am is not important." Han Chuanyou didn't turn around. "Live well and watch your daughter grow up. That's the most important thing. Go now. The debt problem will be resolved soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the air and disappeared into the night.

Yuko Ishida stumbled and fell to the window, looking down.

The streets were deserted, with only the streetlights casting a dim yellow glow.

That figure had vanished without a trace.

She leaned against the window frame, sobbing uncontrollably.

In the alley, the subtitles in front of Han Chuan You changed.

[You have wiped out a subordinate branch of an evil sect and seized the following items: Yellow-rank superior talisman: Invisibility Talisman*3, Low-rank spirit stones*50, and Yellow-rank superior weapon: Azure Spirit]

The rewards revealed this time are very generous.

He took out an invisibility talisman from his storage ring, still using spiritual energy to activate it, this time truly bringing together all the tricks from adult anime.

As for the knife.

Han Chuan You then took out the so-called Qing Ling.

The katana that was casually put into the storage ring has now changed drastically. The blade has been significantly lengthened, becoming more like a straight blade, and is about 1.5 meters long.

Compared to the Japanese katana, it is more like the Miao sword of the Xia Kingdom. The scabbard is a warm celadon color, like the finest Ru porcelain. The mouth of the scabbard is inlaid with a bronze carp mouth, which is carved with delicate cloud patterns. The bronze tsuba is engraved with bamboo leaf patterns, making it both simple and elegant.

Han Chuan You gripped the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out.

A flash of cold light appeared; the blade was long and smooth, with patterns on its surface unique to ancient forging techniques, gleaming faintly with a bluish light under the moonlight.

The bloodstains that had been there before had long been cleansed by the spiritual energy, and the blade was as clear as a mirror, reflecting half of his blurry face.

He ran his fingertips over the blade, infusing it with a wisp of spiritual energy.

The blade hummed and trembled slightly, and a cyan light about an inch long emerged from the tip of the blade, flickering and sharp enough to cut through the air.

"A fine knife!"

Han Chuanyou's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned up. This knife was much more comfortable to use than the one he had used before.

Next up is Kim Shin Architects.

We weren't too far apart, so we could solve it all at once.

Jinxin Law Firm, as a lending institution, is located at the end of the street in a two-story building.

Although it was already past midnight, there were still people on duty in the lobby. After all, nighttime is when gamblers are at their most reckless, and there are bound to be people who impulsively come to borrow money.

Inside an open-plan cubicle.

The woman on the sofa tried to remain calm, placing her hands folded on her knees. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, her features were still delicate and beautiful, making her appear even more like a lotus emerging from the water.

Her long, black hair was tied into a side ponytail, falling smoothly over her shoulder with slightly curled ends. She wore a conservative long-sleeved shirt and dark trousers, the loose fabric of which couldn't hide her voluptuous and slender figure.

"This month's payments are all here. I hope you will stop bothering me."

Before him, a man in a suit slowly pulled out the banknotes from the envelope and counted them. Although he looked refined, his eyes held a playful glint.

"Good, it's timely enough, otherwise we would have sent someone to collect the debt tomorrow."

After counting the banknotes, the man neatly put them back into the envelope.

"Ms. Yukinoshita's persistence in repaying the loan is admirable, but why don't you consider trying the place I recommended? I think Ms. Yukinoshita would be very popular."

The man's gaze slowly swept over her, as if he were appraising a commodity waiting to be sold, yet he maintained a facade of politeness and restraint. That hypocritical gentlemanly demeanor was more nauseating than naked greed.

"No way." Yukinoshita tightened her grip on the handbag strap, her knuckles turning white, a hint of unease flashing across her face, but her tone remained firm. "I already informed my family before coming here, so you'd better not get any funny ideas."

The man waved his hand, his smile unchanged: "Don't worry, we are legitimate business people."

He felt a pang of regret in his heart.

The woman's repayment ability was surprisingly strong; the principal and interest were always paid on time each month, almost giving them no chance to collect the debt.

Unless life pushes you to the brink, it's really not good to completely drain her value.

But don't worry, the loan shark business is never a one-off deal. As long as she still owes money, the initiative will always be in their hands. They can gradually increase the interest and strengthen the collection efforts. There will always be a day when they corner her.

At that time, she will naturally come to you willingly.

The man withdrew his gaze, the fake smile still lingering on his lips, when a commotion erupted downstairs at the office.

There were sounds of tables and chairs overturning, accompanied by the loud crash of shattering glass, and a few short gasps of surprise.

"What's going on?" The man frowned, stood up, walked to the window, and just opened the blinds.

The overhead light flickered violently a few times, emitting a buzzing electrical sound.

Immediately afterwards, the lights went out completely, plunging the entire floor into darkness, with only a few emergency lights emitting a faint glow.