Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

As the case proceeded, lawyers from both sides took turns presenting their arguments.

Ryosuke Imamura's lawyer presented a psychiatric evaluation report, claiming that his client suffered from severe schizophrenia, was in an acute phase at the time of the incident, and lacked full criminal responsibility.

The man appeared confident and played along with the lawyer's act, occasionally offering a word of agreement.

His family is relatively well-off; his father is an executive at a multinational corporation.

The mental illness certificate was prepared long ago and will definitely pass the test. As for the judge, they were also bribed in advance to ensure that he would be given the maximum leniency within their authority.

He doesn't expect to be acquitted, but being imprisoned for two or three years wouldn't be a big problem.

It's a pity he was caught so quickly, otherwise he would have enjoyed a few more.

The man put on a show in court, feigning remorse and shedding a few crocodile tears, keeping the unsuspecting completely in the dark.

This poor performance only fueled the anger of the victim's family.

After the debate concluded, the three judges conferred in hushed tones for a moment.

Finally, the presiding judge read out the verdict:

"Given that the defendant suffers from a mental disorder and was in a state of impaired ability to recognize and control his actions at the time of the incident, the court decided to mitigate the sentence and sentenced the defendant, Ryosuke Imamura, to three and a half years in prison in the first instance."

The audience immediately began to murmur amongst themselves. Even though they knew the sentence would be lenient due to mental illness, they never expected it to be only three and a half years.

Shimizu Kazuko's eyes widened. The lives of three children had been ruined, and the criminal only had to serve three years in prison?

Why?!

She stood up, her voice hoarse:

"Why?! He assaulted three children! Just because he has mental problems? That's why he got such a lenient sentence?"

"Protest! Judge, you are aiding and abetting evil!"

Other parents also stood up, protesting the judge's verdict. Police officers rushed forward to maintain order and stop them to prevent them from taking any extreme actions.

Seeing this, Ryosuke Imamura's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

The judge on the bench remained expressionless and tapped his gavel.

"Silence! This is not a place for you to make noise. The verdict has been delivered. If you disagree, you may appeal."

They completely disregarded these protests.

Even if some people feel it's unreasonable and it sparks public opinion, after a while, the public opinion will be overshadowed by new hot topics. At that time, they will still be respected judges who represent the law.

With a single strike of the gavel, life and death can be decided.

Imamura Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief.

It's only been three and a half years. With a little more maneuvering, it's not impossible to get out early. Then you'll be a hero again.

In his view, it was a worthwhile deal to exchange three years for the innocence of three naive girls.

Just then, the courtroom doors were pushed open.

A crimson mask, eyes wide open in anger, fangs bared.

The menacing mask first caught everyone's attention, followed by the long sword gleaming coldly in his hand.

The person walked at a leisurely pace, with their back to the sunlight outside, towards the courtroom.

It was daytime, so Han Chuanyou no longer used the mist to shroud his figure. He simply wore a mask, and his figure was adjusted by the mask to look different from usual.

In Han Chuanyou's eyes.

Ryosuke Imamura was prominently known as a member of a privileged family.

The three judges on the platform all had the words "corrupt officials of the dynasty" written above their heads.

"Everyone," the figure stopped in the aisle between the gallery and the judge's bench, his voice cold and imposing, "it seems I'm not too late."

Han Chuanyou's gaze swept over the crowd, landing on the blond man in the defendant's dock who was frozen in place, before moving to the three judges in the judge's dock whose expressions had changed slightly.

He tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth under the mask turned up slightly.

"The court, which represents justice and law, has ultimately become a playground for evildoers."

He paused, his voice not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the courtroom where it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"The trial is not over yet! Now, it's time for Death's judgment!"

His long knife was pointed directly at Ryosuke Imamura in the dock.

"grim Reaper?!"

Imamura Ryosuke felt a thorn in his side; the color drained from his face instantly, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to slip off the defendant's dock.

The Grim Reaper's infamous reputation is now deeply ingrained in people's minds; wherever he appears, it means someone will die.

Is it myself who is going to die today?

How could this be! I don't want to die!

The murmurs in the gallery suddenly rose, like a pot of boiling water, with discussions rising and falling.

"The Grim Reaper?! He's the legendary Grim Reaper?!"

"Is it really him? Big news, take pictures quickly!"

Reporters raised their cameras, flashes went off everywhere, and the clicking of cameras filled the air.

They never expected that a court hearing would lead to their unexpected encounter with death.

This is truly a rare piece of live news.

The door behind him was tightly shut, and Han Chuanyou decided to finish the battle quickly.

"Ryosuke Imamura, do you know your crime?!"

As Imamura Ryosuke watched him walk towards him, each step felt like it was treading on his heart.

His heart was pounding, and he instinctively wanted to run away, but found that he couldn't move his legs at all.

His eyes widened in terror as he looked at the police officers on duty. Seeing that they still hadn't reacted, he shouted:

"Someone brought a weapon in! What are you doing? Take action against him now!"

The police officers snapped out of their daze and immediately drew their guns from their holsters, aiming them at Han Chuanyou. This was the first time they had encountered such an incident.

"Don't move! Stop your dangerous behavior immediately!"

With so many people at the scene, not a single police officer dared to fire, fearing it would cause accidental injuries.

The sidearms carried on their waists have long become mere decorations, and some people don't even load them.

Han Chuanyou glanced around.

There were four police officers at the scene.

With his mental strength enhanced, he discovered that the targets of his object manipulation technique had increased to four, and the control distance had also extended to eight meters.

This is why he was able to barge in without any fear.

He moved swiftly, lightly tapping several guns with his hand. The police officers felt their hands suddenly empty, and the guns vanished.

Meanwhile, four more handguns appeared in Han Chuan You's storage ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the trial."

As Han Chuan You dodged the police officers' attacks and casually tossed them aside, he spoke.

"The following scene will be somewhat bloody; please close your eyes if you cannot handle it."

The four police officers were easily dealt with and lay on the side, never to get up again.

Han Chuanyou pouted, but was still cooperative.

He knew his own strength; it was far from enough to knock someone down and prevent them from getting up.

The reporters looked excited, their cameras following him intently.

Han Chuan You approached Imamura Ryosuke, holding his Miao sword level: "I hereby pronounce your sentence: your actions deserve a place in hell!"

Ryosuke Imamura's pupils constricted, and his body trembled.

"I...I will only accept the judgment of the law. You have no right to judge me! You are committing a crime!"

The fact that this scumbag who committed countless crimes was talking about the law made Han Chuan You want to laugh.

"The law?" Han Chuanyou pressed the tip of his knife against his neck. "Sorry, the law is invalid before me!"

Before Imamura Ryosuke could even use his mental illness as an excuse, Kanakawa Yu kicked him in the groin, not wanting this scumbag to die so easily.

If you can't control your lower body, you have no reason to exist.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and Imamura Ryosuke's forehead veins bulged. His body instantly curled into a ball, and his scream was agonizing.

"what!"

The intense pain turned his face pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing Hanukawa Yu raise his blade, Imamura Ryosuke's eyes widened in terror:

"No! Don't!"

The blade sliced ​​across his neck.

Blood splattered, and he clutched his neck, clearly feeling his life rapidly slipping away.

A mental replay of images flashed before his eyes, showing the faces of the victims one by one.

The despair on each girl's face excited him greatly, giving him a thrill of being in control.

Now it's my turn.

No... I was wrong... I still want to live...

In the end, it was all in vain.