Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

"There's a ghost!"

"ah!"

A scream rang out, followed by a deathly silence downstairs.

On the sofa, Yukinoshita Mio clutched her handbag tightly, looking nervous.

"Hey! Downstairs! What's wrong?"

Ishikawa Ryuhiro called out towards the stairwell, but there was no response.

He reached into the drawer of his desk, where there was a dagger for self-defense.

The moment my fingers touched the cold hilt of the knife, footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs, unhurried and deliberate, each step feeling like a footstep on my heart.

In the dim light of the emergency lights, a figure shrouded in mist slowly emerged from the corner of the stairs, exuding an eerie aura.

"Are these the only people on the second floor?"

Han Chuanyou spoke slowly, but with an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Threatening and controlling respectable women to make so much dirty money, it's time to stop."

Only three staff members, including Tatsuhiro Ishikawa, were on duty on the second floor.

A man with tattoos on his arm picked up a baseball bat and tapped it on the ground twice before getting up from his workstation.

"Who are you? Daring to play tricks here? Do you even know where you are?"

Another person also pulled out a dagger from under the table, stood up, and confronted the uninvited guest.

Meanwhile, Ishikawa Ryuhiro quietly and slowly retreated, bending down and circling around to the other side.

"Of course I know, otherwise why would I have come?"

Han Chuanyou didn't waste any more words. He stepped forward, and the tattooed man's pupils contracted. He subconsciously raised his baseball bat and smashed it down on Han Chuanyou's head.

Han Chuanyou turned to the side, the baseball bat grazing his shoulder and missing its mark. Immediately afterward, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the middle of the baseball bat. At the same time, his left hand clenched into a fist and struck the tattooed man in the abdomen.

"Hmm!"

The tattooed man felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed shot put, his internal organs were churning, he opened his mouth, his eyes bulged, saliva spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his hands involuntarily loosened their grip on the baseball bat.

Han Chuanyou smoothly took the baseball bat, twisted his wrist, and the hard end of the bat slammed into the tattooed man's chin from below.

"Click"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the quiet office. Blood and broken teeth splattered as the tattooed man's body fell backward, crashing heavily against the glass partition behind him.

The entire glass shattered with a crash, and he fell amidst the broken glass, twitching twice, his fate unknown.

"Taro!"

The remaining tall, thin man watched this scene, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Han Chuanyou looked surprised. Was it really necessary to be so sad?

"Taro! My Taro—!"

The tall, thin man shouted things like "love" and "bond" as he charged at Han Chuan You with a dagger in his hand, his eyes filled with madness and grief.

Han Chuanyou kicked him, sending him flying back to where he came from.

The kick was swift and vicious, striking the man squarely in the chest. The tall, thin man was sent flying backward as if hit by a truck, crashing into two desks and scattering documents, pen holders, and computer screens all over the floor. He lay on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, clearly half-dead.

What kind of base four combination?

He's making himself out to be the villain, when he's clearly the embodiment of justice. Why is he stealing lines?

Han Chuanyou withdrew his leg, frowned as he looked at the two corpses lying haphazardly, his eyes filled with disgust.

What right do these people have to talk about bonds? I've never seen them show any mercy to women forced into prostitution.

Just then, the faintest footsteps came from behind.

"Be careful!"

Yukinoshita Yuri instinctively cried out.

After witnessing the situation just now, she had a clear understanding of it all.

This mysterious person has come to destroy this hell that keeps her up at night.

She hated the people from Kim Shin Detective Agency more than anyone else. She hated their arrogant faces when they sent people to her house to collect debts, and she hated their behavior of stuffing threatening letters into her mailbox and sending packages containing razor blades.

He even wanted to send her to shady places, to make her a plaything for rich men, just like those poor women.

She has no idea how many nightmares she's had because of this. She even moved several times to avoid them, but they always managed to find her.

But today, seeing this mysterious person descend like a divine warrior, defeating those who bullied her one by one, she felt no fear at all, but rather a surge of unprecedented exhilaration.

So when she saw Ishikawa Ryuhiro attack her from behind, she instinctively shouted "Watch out!"

Ishikawa Ryuhiro glanced at the talkative woman on the sofa, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

That damned woman, I'll deal with this charlatan myself later, she has to pay the price.

"Die!"

Just as the knife was about to fall on Han Chuanyou, he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, turned to the side, grabbed his hand, and twisted it hard.

"Click".

The sound of bones cracking rang out. Han Chuan You snatched the dagger and kicked the man in the knee. Shi Chuan Long Hao fell to his knees and collapsed to the ground.

"ah--"

Tatsuhiro Ishikawa clutched his hand in anguish, his eyes filled with terror as he watched the mysterious figure approach him step by step. His lips trembled as he uttered a few words:

"You...you're not human."

How much force would it take to break a person's wrist?

He struggled to move his body backward, then suddenly looked at the woman huddled on the sofa to his side.

It's all her fault, all her fault! Otherwise, he would have succeeded.

Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me!

His eyes were filled with a frenzied hatred, and suddenly he felt a surge of strength. He grabbed a shard of glass from the ground and hurled it at the other side.

A deep fear appeared on Yukinoshita Yuri's beautiful face. She grabbed a cushion to shield herself and tried to back away, but there was a wall behind her, and she had nowhere to hide.

They had begun to brace themselves for the impending excruciating pain, but unexpectedly, the danger they anticipated did not materialize.

Han Chuanyou wasn't about to let him succeed. He moved forward like a ghost, grabbed Han Chuanyou's collar, lifted him up, and broke his other intact wrist.

Amidst Ishikawa Ryuhiro's screams, he slammed the scumbag against another wall.

The man slammed his head against the wall, let out a muffled groan, and curled up on the ground in pain, his voice growing fainter and fainter.

"You're really a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. If you keep attacking me, I'll respect you as a man."

Everyone had been dealt with. Han Chuanyou looked around to make sure nothing was missed.

His gaze finally settled on the woman on the sofa.

"You should go now."

This place hasn't been completely cleaned up yet; all documents and such need to be destroyed, and unrelated personnel should leave.

Yukinoshita Yuri pursed her full lips, nodded, picked up her handbag, and slowly stood up.

However, the bloody scene before her eyes still made her legs go weak, and she fell sideways to the side.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Han Chuanyou instinctively reached out and put his arm around her waist.

The woman's waist was incredibly supple; you could feel its warm, plumpness even through her clothes. A faint, delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils, seemingly a mixture of some kind of shower gel and her body heat.

Han Chuan You didn't expect it to feel like this. Compared to Mizuki's more symmetrical and elastic figure, this one was more voluptuous, like sun-dried cotton, and every part of her body felt mature and soft against her skin.

If you put that on yourself, you'll sink into it.

At that moment, Yukinoshita Yuri felt a firm yet warm chest and her eyes widened in surprise.

What's in front of me isn't a ghost, it's a person? A living, breathing person?

But that's to be expected, isn't it? There's no such thing as a righteous ghost.

But this was too strange. She looked up, trying to see his face clearly, but it was as if there was a layer of fog between them.

However, he smelled strangely pleasant.

The refreshing scent, seemingly unique to young people, stirred within her a strange and inexplicable attachment amidst the bloodshed and chaos.

No, what am I thinking?

She realized what was happening, and her cheeks flushed slightly, revealing two faint blushes.

You're still thinking about these things at a time like this?

She slowly straightened up, stepped out of his embrace, lowered her eyes, and softly said, "Thank you."