Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

"I want you all to be buried with my Yumi!!"

The man swayed as he got up, his eyes fixed on the burly man with the baton, his voice stern.

All that remained in his mind was the thought of avenging Yumi.

He didn't want to live anymore; his life was a complete failure, and he was a piece of trash.

Then let me drag these scumbags down to hell with me before my worthless life burns out completely.

Once this matter is settled, he will go to be with Yumi.

Yumi, are you watching?

Eguchi Kenjiro charged at the burly man, who was intimidated by his momentum. The burly man raised his baton and swung it down hard on Eguchi Kenjiro's head.

The baton ripped through the air with a sharp sound.

Eguchi Kenjiro neither dodged nor flinched, but instead swung his baton at Kenjiro's shoulder, causing excruciating pain to his bones, which he ignored.

He grabbed the burly man's shoulder with one hand and slammed his head into the man's skull.

With a muffled thud, the two of them fell to the ground together.

The burly man's nose bridge snapped instantly, blood gushing out and smearing his face. He clutched his nose and screamed in agony.

"You're insane!"

Eguchi Kenjiro held him down firmly, refusing to let go despite his struggles and shoves: "None of you are getting away today!"

He raised his fist and, to the horrified look of the burly man, slammed it down.

A "kaba" sound.

His jaw was smashed by a punch, and blood and foam gushed from the burly man's mouth.

"Spare me...spare me..."

The burly man got scared and started begging for mercy.

"I begged you to stop back then!"

Kenjiro Eguchi's eyes were red and swollen, and tears mixed with blood dripped down his face.

"Yumi begged for mercy too, why won't you listen?!"

One punch, two punches, three punches... Blood and foam splattered, and the burly man's face gradually became unrecognizable until he completely lost his breath.

Eguchi Kenjiro stood up, panting, and glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor.

That's where Yumi was murdered.

"Stop right there!"

At this moment, several yakuza members who were guarding the place arrived.

The leader looked at the two bloodied and mangled figures in the hall, then at Jiang Zhongjianlang's still bleeding hand, and his brow twitched.

Eguchi Kenjiro acted as if he hadn't heard them and charged towards them, yelling, "You're all the murderers of Yumi! Die!"

The leader's face hardened, and he pulled out a switchblade and stabbed Eguchi Kenjiro in the abdomen.

The blade pierced the flesh, and blood gushed out.

Eguchi Kenjiro glanced down, said nothing, grabbed the man's hand holding the knife, and punched him in the face.

The punch was incredibly powerful; the man's face was almost deformed, his nose collapsed, his teeth flew out mixed with blood, and his hand involuntarily loosened its grip on the knife handle.

Eguchi Kenjiro gritted his teeth, pulled out the switchblade that was stuck in his abdomen, and with a backhand slash, plunged it into the man's eye socket, twisting it back and forth.

"what!"

The man screamed in agony.

The knife was pulled out, then plunged back into the neck.

His carotid artery was severed, and blood gushed out, splattering all over Eguchi Kenjiro's face. Under the dim lights of the pachinko parlor, he looked like a blood-soaked, trapped beast.

Kenjiro Eguchi glanced at the remaining thugs who were showing signs of retreating, then grabbed his switchblade and charged forward.

"You're a madman!"

Knives and baseball bats rained down on him, but Kenjiro Eguchi didn't flinch. His eyes burned with the flames of revenge. Blood splattered under the lights, and screams echoed through the hall.

Inside the office on the second floor.

Ishida Ueji was completely unaware of the commotion downstairs, and was respectfully reporting the situation to the person on the other end of the phone:

"Don't worry, boss, everything is normal at the store. Thanks to you for taking care of the woman who attempted suicide the other day. I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Okay, remember, don't make too much of a commotion, lest we attract attention again." The voice on the other end of the phone was deep. "That so-called Grim Reaper has always been against our Matsukawa Association. Don't forget to gather intelligence regularly. Once we find him, we must teach him the price of playing tricks."

A sound of someone slamming their hand on the table came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey!" Ishida Kamijou replied respectfully.

Just as I hung up the phone, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Boss! That guy Jiang Kou has broken in!" A henchman rushed in, his face full of terror.

"Eguchi?" Ishida Ueji paused for a moment, his brows furrowing.

"The one where the girlfriend committed suicide."

The younger brother's voice was trembling.

"It's him."

Ishida Kamijou remembered.

He had seen many people like this who were desperate, so naturally he couldn't remember their names.

His girlfriend was quite attractive, with a large butt, but unfortunately, she had too little mental fortitude and committed suicide. Otherwise, he could have had more fun with her in the future.

"What's the panic! All of you can't stop him?"

"We can't stop him, he's gone mad!"

"Ishida, give me back my Yumi!"

Eguchi Kenjiro appeared at the door, covered in blood. Blood was gushing from countless wounds on his body, and his feet left one bloody footprint after another.

The underling was terrified.

"Big brother, get the gun! Where's the gun?"

"What's the panic!"

Ishida Ueji shouted, but still pulled a pistol from the drawer and pointed it at the bloodied man in the corridor. He didn't pull the trigger, because the gunshot would alert the outside and things would get messy.

"How did you get up here? Stop right there, do you hear me!"

Takeo Eguchi did not stop.

He walked forward step by step, blood dripping from the corner of his clothes, leaving a long red line on the carpet.

"this……"

Ishida Ueji's Adam's apple bobbed, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

"I admit I went a bit too far this time, but it's only right to pay back debts. How can we do business if we don't set rules? You owe so much money from playing pinball, we were just trying to recoup our losses."

"Still making excuses!"

Eguchi Kenji suddenly accelerated and charged forward. Ishida Ueji's eyes hardened, and he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the closed office.

Eguchi Kenjiro's body jolted, and a burst of blood erupted from his left shoulder, but he did not fall; instead, he charged forward even more fiercely.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more shots were fired.

One shot grazed his ribs, another struck his left thigh. Eguchi Kenji knelt on one knee, but gritted his teeth and stood up again, raising his switchblade high and lunging at Ishida Ueji.

Ishida Ueji panicked completely and pulled the trigger again, hitting the opponent in the right calf.

The bullet cut through muscle fibers and hit bone, causing him to lunge forward, lose his balance, and crash heavily to the floor.

But he still didn't stop.

He used his uninjured hand to support himself on the ground, dragging his two bloodied legs forward, still clutching the switchblade tightly in his hand.

Ishida Ueji tried to retreat, but he was already cornered against the wall. Eguchi Kenji suddenly pounced on him, grabbed his ankle, and plunged the switchblade into his thigh.

"what!"

Ishida Ueji let out a pig-like scream, and instinctively pulled the trigger twice more.

The magazine was empty; only the clicking sound of the hammer striking the empty magazine could be heard.

He looked at the underling in the corner, who was already cowering in fear, and said angrily:

"What are you waiting for! Kill him! Now! Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Eguchi Kenjiro pulled out a switchblade and stabbed him in the abdomen again, causing him to scream in agony.

The underling in the corner finally came to his senses.

He swallowed hard, looked at the fallen, blood-covered Eguchi Kenro, and, struggling to overcome his fear, raised the baseball bat with trembling hands, aiming it at the back of Eguchi Kenro's head.

Eguchi Kenji's eyes were still fixed on Ishida Ueji, his eyes bloodshot, and his voice hoarse and barely human.

"I want you dead—"

He crawled forward desperately, trying to stab Ishida Ueji in the chest, but his shot leg was completely powerless.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ishida Ueji broke free and staggered back, clutching his bleeding abdomen.

The baseball bat behind him was raised high.

Just a little bit more... just a little bit more...

I'm sorry... Yumi... I... still couldn't...

A hint of resentment flashed in Eguchi Kenjiro's eyes.

Just then, a flash of cold light appeared.

"Pfft—"

The younger brother's arm, which was holding a baseball bat, was severed at the elbow. Half of his forearm flew off along with the bat. As he looked at his severed arm, his pupils contracted sharply, and blood gushed from the fracture. Before he could even utter a sound, another red line appeared on his neck.

Blood splattered.

The younger brother's body fell like a tattered burlap sack, crashing onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Suddenly, a figure wearing a Shura mask and shrouded in mist appeared in the office.

Hanchuan You glanced down at Eguchi Kenro, who was lying on the ground.

He had just gotten a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on here through the paper figures' surveillance.

Kenjiro Eguchi does not deserve sympathy.

Ultimately, he himself dragged Yumi into this undeserved disaster. Yumi died unjustly, and he cannot escape responsibility.

But to do this at the last moment, he at least counts as half a man.

"Leave the rest to me."

"Th-thank you..."

At this moment, Eguchi Kenji was already on his last legs, clinging to his last breath, wanting to see Ishida Ueji truly pay the price before he was willing to breathe his last.