Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Han Chuan You nestled his head against the top of Mizuki's head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and casually asked, "If the judge determines that this guy has a mental illness, how many years will he be sentenced to?"

As a top student in the law department of the University of Tokyo, Mizuki Kanakawa is very familiar with these legal provisions.

"Normally, this level of crime would result in at least a ten-year prison sentence, but if the judge determines that the person committed the crime while mentally weakened, the sentence could be reduced by up to two-thirds. In addition, if it is determined that the person committed the crime while mentally incapacitated, they might not even have to go to jail."

"Can you lose that much weight?"

Han Chuan You was quite surprised.

He knew he would get a lenient sentence, but he didn't expect it to be this lenient.

Han Chuan Mei Yue snorted coldly: "Of course, otherwise why do you think that guy is so fearless?"

Aside from the fact that mental illness can reduce most of the sentence, the death penalty standards in island nations are extremely high and almost impossible to meet, which is why many people say that island nations don't have the death penalty at all.

This is why these criminals are even more emboldened to commit crimes.

Not to mention the prison environment. Prisons in island nations are known as the most suitable prisons for retirement. They have everything, including TVs, toilets, and wardrobes. The conditions are not only good, but the three meals a day are also very nutritious and free.

Some elderly people living alone cannot survive on their own and may even commit crimes in order to get into prison where they can be provided with food and lodging.

Mitsuki looked angry.

"This scum is so arrogant. If I were to handle the case, I would turn off the surveillance cameras, give him a few stun gun treatments, and make him confess so he knows that not every crime can be covered up by mental illness."

Han Chuan You nodded in agreement: "That's how you should treat scum like this."

"It's a pity you're still a long way from joining the police force, so you won't be able to realize my ambitions for now."

"I can't believe it!" Han Chuan Meiyue complained, poking his chest with her finger.

"You better work harder, you hear? I'm waiting for you to become my boss, and then you can promote me."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Han Chuanyou raised his hand and put it around her slender waist. His palm felt the silky smoothness of her skin through the thin nightgown. His hand then slid down and landed on her soft thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"It all depends on how you express yourself to me, Mizuki. If you want to improve, Miss Mizuki, you know what to do, right?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue shoved him and rolled her eyes at him coquettishly: "Get lost, you're already thinking about unspoken rules before you've even become my boss."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I'll definitely work under you at first, and then we'll take advantage of each other."

As he spoke, Han Chuanyou began to perform in a serious manner, taking Meiyue's soft hand and placing it on his chest.

"Inspector Mizuki, I'm counting on you regarding my promotion."

Han Chuan Meiyue's red lips curved slightly, and she pinched it with her fingers; it was quite firm.

She lifted Han Chuanyou's chin again, her fingertips tracing his jawline: "Alright, now it's up to you to see how you perform."

This kind of plot excited her.

She couldn't help but look forward to the day when Han Chuanyou would join the Metropolitan Police Department, when she would definitely make him her subordinate.

Office-themed plots and stuff, it sounds pretty appealing.

Seeing that Han Chuanyou was still getting into the act and was leaning forward to kiss her, she pushed him away.

"Get out of here. You're so young and you want to climb the social ladder with your body? You're dreaming."

"It's boring."

Han Chuanyou felt a pang of regret. He leaned back on the sofa, his arms still around her waist, his hands resting on her legs.

Han Chuan Mei Yue didn't pull away either, already used to him trying to take advantage of her openly and secretly.

……

Before going to sleep, Han Chuanyou took out a few spirit stones and placed them beside her pillow.

He still maintains his sleeping habits, otherwise he always feels like something is missing. His cultivation technique can run on its own while he sleeps, and he can absorb spirit stones placed next to his pillow.

In general, you can have both sleep and practice.

He popped another Spirit Gathering Pill into his mouth like a candy candy, feeling the pure spiritual energy. He then turned on his phone, intending to watch some videos before going to sleep.

Unexpectedly, the short video homepage push was content about himself.

Previously, his bounty was only circulated in the black market, but now it is out in the open.

It seems the Hashimoto family can no longer sit still. A piece of valid information about the Grim Reaper's identity has increased the bounty to a full 20 million yen, a tenfold increase.

Han Chuanyou frowned as he stared at the screen, tapping his finger lightly twice on the edge of the screen.

Twenty million, wow, they think highly of him.

This amount of money is enough to make someone take risks.

Regardless of whether Ms. Yukinoshita next door had realized his true identity, just in case, he felt he should remind her.

Of course, it was said in the voice of Death.

Whether the two of them will tacitly understand each other in the future, or whether she will still be unsure of his true identity, is not important.

At least it provides an extra layer of insurance.

Turning off her phone screen, Han Chuanyou sat up and took out the Shura Mask from her storage ring. The mask was icy cold and melted upon contact with her skin.

He stood up, pushed open the balcony door, and with a light leap, jumped to the opposite balcony.

With a gentle landing, Han Chuanyou summoned a paper puppet.

The paper puppet slipped into the room through the gap in the sliding door and unlocked it.

He gently pushed open the door and went inside.

The layout on the second floor was not much different from my own place, with clothes hanging on the clothes rack in the corridor.

The pure white one should be Hina's, while the pinkish-purple lace trim undoubtedly belongs to Yukinoshita, and it looks to be on par with Mizuki's.

He was torn between the two bedrooms, both with light shining through the cracks in the doors, but he couldn't tell which one belonged to Ms. Yukinoshita.

We'll have to rely on paper puppets again. Their shape is indeed perfect for this kind of spying... oops, reconnaissance work.

He manipulated the paper puppet to slip through the gap between the floor and the door into the bedroom on the left.

In the bedroom, Takahashi Haruna, wearing a Kapibala pajama set, lay on the bed, reached over to grab a potato chip from the bedside table and stuffed it into her mouth. Then she focused on looking at her phone screen, muttering to herself.

With a simple tap, you can get a free raffle ticket.

"Oh no! It didn't come out again!"

Takahashi Hina kicked her fleshy feet and let out a cute, pitiful cry.

Those unlucky people are not to be trifled with.

Han Chuan Yu manipulated the paper puppet to leave the room, then turned to look at the room opposite. So, Miss Yukinoshita must be here.

He used his magic to manipulate objects; the door wasn't locked, and the doorknob was easily turned open.

"Miss, we're here again..."

Han Chuanyou opened his mouth slowly, but then swallowed the words back.

I walked in and bumped into someone changing clothes. What a coincidence!

The scenery before me is beyond words.

Yuki's dress was halfway up, revealing a belly as soft and gentle as the goddess Aphrodite's, adorned with a small, date-shaped navel.

Under the light, her skin glowed with a jade-like luster, carrying a sacred feeling of being on the verge of giving birth to life.

Her full figure radiates outwards from her waist, forming a perfect hourglass shape. Two rounded curves sway gently beneath the half-concealed hem of her dress, further arousing one's desire to explore.

He instinctively turned around, but the image of what had just happened wouldn't leave his mind.

Yukinoshita Yuri instantly let down her skirt, and an alluring blush appeared on her beautiful face.

She stared at the familiar yet mysterious figure before her, her eyes wide with surprise: "Death... Lord Death."

"it's me."

Han Chuan You had his back to her, his voice was indifferent, and he tried his best to maintain the image of a grim reaper.

"I only have one thing to say to you today."

"Um... Lord Death, you can turn around now."

Yukinoshita Yuri secretly rejoiced that she hadn't completely stripped naked earlier, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to face this situation.