Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

The atmosphere in the Hashimoto family's council chamber was very oppressive.

In just one night, the Matsukawa-kai, such a large organization, vanished instantly.

The middle and upper management were all brutally killed, with nearly a hundred people dying, and there was almost no decent resistance.

Hashimoto slammed his hand heavily on the solid wood table, causing the tea in the cup in front of him to slosh around.

"This Grim Reaper wants to declare war on the Hashimoto family!"

Without the Matsukawa-kai as a backdoor, the Hashimoto family will lose a significant amount of money in revenue.

This is an attempt to eradicate their roots.

Without funds, how can the Hashimoto family compete with those established political families?

Business strategies, political donations during elections, and maintenance fees for legislators... each of these requires a large financial investment.

Moreover, those so-called allies are always ruthless and heartless; even when the Hashimoto family was in power, they maintained a facade of respectability.

Once the Hashimoto family shows signs of fatigue, they will definitely be the first to pounce and tear them apart.

At that time, without even the Grim Reaper lifting a finger, they will be completely devoured by those people.

Hashimoto Aoyama frowned, looking at his furious father, and comforted him:

"Father, please calm down. Death has been making frequent moves this time, traveling to so many places. It must have left some clues."

"I'm worried he's not alone; he might be part of a secret organization. Otherwise, how could he have killed so many people in one night? Is he really the Grim Reaper?"

Hashimoto sighed deeply, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

So much time has passed, so many people have been lost, and we still don't even know who our opponent is. That's the most terrifying thing.

"Should we... continue to investigate Death's whereabouts?"

Hashimoto Aoyama lowered his voice, a hint of apprehension hidden in his eyes.

"I'm worried... that death will come for us."

Hashimoto Fumio stared at his son for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Of course we need to investigate." He slowly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and scanned everyone present. "Don't you know how many politicians our Hashimoto family has implicated? If death really comes knocking, they won't be able to escape unscathed either."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally firm.

"Tell those congressmen that death is not only the enemy of the Hashimoto family, but also theirs. If Matsukawa falls, they themselves may be the next to be purged."

Now the Hashimoto family has no choice but to fight a desperate battle.

Hashimoto sat down again, picked up the now-cold tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Increase the bounty. Whether the Grim Reaper is one person, an organization, or a hundred people, the Hashimoto family absolutely cannot back down. If you do, you should know the consequences."

The Hashimoto family is now in a very precarious situation.

Hashimoto Fumio's gaze swept over the crowd before he asked, "Where's Aoshi? Where has he been gallivanting off to this time?"

Hashimoto Aoyama shook his head and said, "I don't know. He said he has important business to attend to and won't be back until tonight."

"What important business could there be? You bastard, you made the Hashimoto family lose face last time, and you're acting like nothing happened."

Of his three sons, only his eldest son, Aoyama, was somewhat reliable; the other two were utterly useless. Hashimoto Fumio felt a wave of weariness wash over him.

"Oh, right."

Hashimoto continued to give instructions.

"Aoyama, immediately arrange for people to clean up the scene. If necessary, have them destroy the evidence. At the same time, immediately cut off all financial connections between us and the Matsukawa-kai, and freeze all related accounts. We must not allow our opponents to find an opportunity to bring us down."

"Hi!"

……

The spiritual energy around him rippled, and Han Chuan slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Fifth level of Qi Refining.

His dantian's capacity to hold spiritual energy had increased to another level, and the feeling of being filled with power made him feel invigorated.

This process of visibly improving oneself is truly addictive.

We're one step closer to Foundation Establishment.

It is said that each advancement to a higher realm is a qualitative leap. The Qi Refining stage had already made him feel so different, and Han Chuanyou couldn't help but look forward to how strong the next realm would be.

Inside the washroom.

He rinsed his mouth while looking at himself in the mirror.

My skin is much smoother and more delicate than before, and the few minor blemishes that were left behind are almost invisible thanks to the nourishing energy day and night.

The abdominal muscles are also firmer and more defined than before.

It changes every single day.

If this continues, she might really become a heartthrob.

Han Chuan You spat out the mouthwash in front of the mirror and couldn't help but think narcissistically.

After washing up, seeing that Meiyue hadn't gotten up yet, Han Chuanyou went straight upstairs, pushed open her door, and went inside.

The siblings' trust in each other meant they never thought to lock the door when they went to sleep; Meiyue probably even wished she would sneak up on her at night.

With such a stunning beauty in the next room, I don't have any thoughts about her every night. I guess I'm a decent person after all.

He only thought about locking the door when he went out to cause trouble every night. Meiyue didn't ask him about locking the door, so she probably hadn't discovered that he went out every night.

Or do you feel like you're doing something you shouldn't be doing? Is it difficult to ask?

That seems possible...

The room was simply furnished, filled with the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from Meiyue.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, casting a hazy, veil over the objects inside.

On the desk opposite the bed, various books were neatly arranged, along with photos of the two of them from childhood to adulthood.

Han Chuanyou came to the bedside and looked down at Meiyue's beautiful sleeping face.

Her hair was slightly disheveled and scattered on the pillow. Her full lips gleamed softly in the morning light, and the neckline of her pajamas was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her fair and soft skin.

Even in a lying position, the two round moons still maintain a considerable curve, enough to captivate many girls.

"Mizuki, I need to go to school early for morning training today. Aren't you up yet? I'll make breakfast."

"Hmm~"

Han Chuan Mei Yue let out an alluring and languid hum, the swirling ending note making one's heart itch.

She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, still sleepy, and raised her snow-white arm to hook around his neck and press him against her: "I don't want to get up, Xiao You, you sleep with me for a while."

Everyone has the urge to sleep all day a few times a month, and today, Hanchuan Mizuki really wanted to stay in bed.

Han Chuan You's cheek was forced into Mizuki's face, and he could only helplessly enjoy it.

"no problem."

He immediately agreed, kicked off his slippers, and slipped into bed.

He was so obedient to Mizuki, and so unwilling to disappoint her.

The fragrance inside the blankets was even stronger, and the warm scent wafted straight into my nostrils.

He put his arm around Meiyue's waist, feeling the softness of her waist, and rubbed his cheek against hers.

This is the greatest enjoyment one can have.

Meiyue, invincible!

The solid touch in front of her, coupled with the refreshing scent of the boy, gradually brought Han Chuan Mei Yue back to her senses.

She was a little stunned.

"Um?"

Meeting her beautiful, questioning eyes, Han Chuanyou said naturally, "Go back to sleep. I'm not going to school today, so I can sleep with you all day."

Compared to Mizuki, what is school?

As he spoke, he casually placed his hand behind her back and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about me. If you can't sleep, I'll pat you."

Han Chuan Mei Yue shoved him away: "Who let you up here?"

"You."

As Han Chuan Mei Yue's consciousness gradually returned, she frowned slightly.

It looks so cute when you first wake up.

Han Chuan You sighed:

"I knew it, what a waste of people's feelings. Oh well, here's a good morning kiss."

Before she was fully awake, Han Chuanyou leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, then quickly pulled away, got out of bed, and dashed out of the room in one swift motion.

"I'm gone."

An angry voice came from behind.

"Xiao You!"

It's so exciting to grab a bargain and run away.