Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Ishida Ueji was still basking in the joy of surviving the ordeal when he saw the figure in front of him, and it felt like something was choking him.

"Death...the God of Death?"

"Matsukawa, right? Now, I'll ask, and you answer."

Han Chuanyou raised Qingling and thrust out his sword, piercing the tip into Han Chuanyou's shoulder blade.

"Ah! Yes...yes! I promise I'll answer!!"

Ishida Kamiya let out a scream, nearly wetting his pants in fright.

"Tell us your boss's home address, where he is now, and all the information about other high-ranking officials."

Ishida Ueji's pupils contracted.

What are they trying to do?

Before he could think any further, the blade embedded in his shoulder blade slowly began to stir, the sound of muscle being shredded sending chills down his spine.

This made him scream in agony again, almost fainting from the pain.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Next, Ishida Kamiji spoke frankly, revealing all the companies and executives under the Matsukawa-kai.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Han Chuan You drew his blade.

Ishida Ueji clutched his shoulder, panting heavily, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope.

"I've already told you, but... could you spare my life?"

"What do you think? But I can give you a quick death."

A flash of light, and a fine head rolled to the ground, its eyes wide open in death.

"Th-thank you..."

Eguchi Kenjiro lay on the ground and saw that Ishida was dead, feeling a sense of relief.

"You're welcome. As a man, you're a failure."

"Hmm...I know..."

Eguchi Kenro's voice was weak, and he finally closed his eyes.

Han Chuan You sighed and turned to leave.

Pachinko is a form of gambling. While island nations prohibit gambling, they do not prohibit pinball games.

There's nothing wrong with offering prizes in a pinball game, right? And it's not illegal to have a shop nearby that buys back the prizes for cash, is it?

Pachinko parlors exploit legal loopholes in this way, and the government turns a blind eye. Pachinko parlors contribute a significant portion of the GDP in taxes.

This bloodsucking society is so dirty.

Han Chuan You was completely blinded by rage tonight.

He visited all the remaining stalls of the Songchuan Association, and cleaned up all the high-ranking officials, big and small.

"Boss, death is coming! We can't hold them off, all the brothers are dead! Ah! Lord Death, spare me!"

"Boss, help!"

"He's not human! He's not..."

Matsuzaka Ichiryu was sleeping with a woman in his arms when he received a series of phone calls. The messages from his subordinates made him break out in a cold sweat, and his hands were trembling.

Death... has really come knocking? So many stalls gone in one night?! How is that possible! Those henchmen, though not exactly elites, weren't made of paper either. How could they not even put up a decent fight?

A scream came from the other end of the phone, then the sound stopped abruptly.

He stared blankly at his phone, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

"Yi Long, what's wrong?" The woman hugged him, snuggling against him and saying coquettishly, "Go back to sleep."

"What's all the noise about?!"

Matsuzaka Ichiryu slapped her across the face. The woman cried out in pain, fell to the side, and covered her face in silence.

No, I have to do something.

He got out of bed, took a revolver from the bedside table, loaded it, and then instructed the remaining confidants to set up men around the villa, making sure no one was allowed to enter.

Just as he was making arrangements, the phone rang again.

Ichiryu Matsuzaka answered the phone:

"Feed? Who is that?"

A cold, detached voice came through the microphone.

"Matsuzaka Ichiryu? Next up is your turn. Are you ready?"

The fact that they were able to call at this time makes it obvious who the other side is.

grim Reaper!

"I'm warning you, don't go too far. If you continue to act recklessly, you will pay a heavy price. You will have no place in Tokyo and will be met with countless attacks."

"Okay, I'll wait, but you probably won't live to see that day."

Han Chuanyou chuckled as he hung up the phone, looking at the brightly lit, heavily guarded villa in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

With a thought, an invisibility talisman appeared in his palm. He infused it with spiritual energy, and he vanished instantly.

The two guards at the entrance, each with a samurai sword at their waist, felt a cold breeze blow past them, followed by a chill on their necks. They felt dizzy and disoriented, and before they could even issue a warning, they were decapitated.

The two fell almost simultaneously, blood gushing out and drawing two dark red arcs in the moonlight.

The patrol team was scattered throughout the yard, their flashlight beams sweeping across the blind spots not reached by the lights, but they could not see anything unusual.

Han Chuanyou walked past them, raised his hand and slashed, the Qingling blade precisely slicing across their throats and piercing their hearts.

One, two, three...

There were no screams, no gunshots, only the muffled thud of blades piercing flesh and the sound of bodies falling to the ground.

As they marched along, the guards fell in droves, as if being harvested by ghosts, without anyone having a chance to issue a warning.

When Han Chuanyou stepped onto the carpet in front of the master bedroom on the third floor, the entire villa had become deathly silent.

He put away the invisibility talisman, and the Asura mask on his face, combined with the fierce aura emanating from his body, made him look extremely terrifying.

"Where are the people outside?! Answer me!"

Matsuzaka Ichiryu shouted into the walkie-talkie, but no one answered.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he gripped his revolver tightly in his hand. Hearing the door open, he looked up abruptly.

His pupils suddenly contracted as a figure appeared in the doorway, its Shura mask grotesque and ghostly in the dim light.

"You...how did you get in?!" He pointed the gun at Han Chuanyou, his finger trembling on the trigger. "Where are the people outside?"

"Outside?" Han Chuan You tilted her head. "You can go out and take a look, if you can still get out."

Matsuzaka Ichiryu, his face ashen, pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom! boom! boom!

Three gunshots shattered the silence of the bedroom.

Han Chuanyou dodged to the side the instant Han Chuanyou pulled the trigger. The bullet shattered the vase and wall lamp behind him, without even touching the hem of his clothes.

Matsuzaka Ichiryu stared blankly at the smoking muzzle of his gun, his whole body beginning to tremble violently.

Han Chuanyou walked up to him, and he tried to pull the trigger, but he couldn't.

Han Chuanyou reached out and took the still-smoking revolver, then casually tossed it aside.

He looked down at the man who was now limp as mud, with the tip of Qingling's knife pressed against his forehead.

Matsuzaka Ichiryu knew he was finished.

Who would have thought that before this, he was the powerful leader of the Matsukawa-kai, who commanded respect in Tokyo's underworld and was respected by all factions?

But now, almost all of the high-ranking members and brothers under the Matsukawa Association have been wiped out in one night, and even his own life is about to come to an end.

He couldn't understand how a mere person could accomplish all this.

"Are you human or a ghost? I have a lot of money, I can give you anything you want, women or wealth. Even if I die, the people behind me won't let you get away with it."

"As for the Hashimoto family, I'll be going there soon. But the Matsukawa meeting ends here."

Han Chuanyou recounted his crimes in detail.

"Forced prostitution, organ trafficking, usury, and the use of vigilante justice... Come to trial."

"I was wrong, I'll never do dirty work again."

Matsuzaka Ichiryu even tried to kowtow and confess his guilt.

It was just a flash of light.

He could no longer speak.

[You have wiped out an evil cultivation organization—the Songchuan Society, and seized the following resources: 500 low-grade spirit stones, a low-grade Xuan-level spell jade slip containing the Earth Escape Technique, 1 Foundation Establishment Pill, and 10 Spirit Gathering Pills]

A Xuan-level escape technique?

This was a huge profit.

His efforts throughout the night were worthwhile.