Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

"Someone's been killed! There's trouble here!"

The corridor was in chaos, and the other henchmen who were stationed there cursed and picked up their weapons as they left the room.

But when they saw the figure covered in blood, they all stopped in their tracks.

Inoue Takehiko stood in the middle of the corridor, the knife in his hand still dripping blood from its tip, but his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

A gang leader shouted, "There are so many of us with weapons, are we afraid of just one guy? Let's attack together!"

The others also felt ashamed that after so many years of dominating the underworld, they had been intimidated by one person. They shouted and rushed forward, throwing steel pipes and knives at him.

Inoue Takehiko charged forward like a wolf among sheep, crashing into the crowd with slashes, punches, and kicks.

Every strike was ruthless and all-consuming. Apart from occasionally dodging attacks on vital parts, there was almost no strategy or technique involved. It was a fight where life was exchanged for life.

His body was slashed open in several places, and blood flowed freely. The power of the Qi Gathering Pill burned within him, making him feel no pain at all, leaving only a violent power and an obsession with revenge.

Screams, the sound of blood splattering, and the sound of bones breaking mingled together, and the corridor walls were splattered with scarlet spots.

"A madman! This guy is a madman!"

"Ouch! My arm!"

In less than two minutes, four or five people were lying on the ground, some clutching their severed arms and howling in pain, some convulsing with their bleeding wounds, and others completely motionless.

The remaining henchmen, terrified, threw down their weapons and ran away.

This guy is a monster. How much does he earn in a month? Why risk your life against him?

No one stopped him anymore.

Ignoring everyone else, Takehiko Inoue continued walking towards the private room, step by step.

"Boss, someone's causing trouble!"

A relatively loyal henchman opened the door to the private room and reported inside.

Ono Jiro stood up:

"What's all the noise about? How many people are here?"

He thought it was other gangs causing trouble.

"one."

"What's the rush? You're useless!"

Ono Jiro got up, cursing.

Before the underling at the door could explain, he screamed and was kicked away, crashing onto the coffee table in the private room, shattering the glass and leaving his fate unknown.

A man covered in blood stepped across the threshold and walked in, his eyes eerily calm, like a demon crawling out of hell.

The hostesses in the private room were so frightened by this sudden scene that they screamed repeatedly and hurriedly huddled in a corner against the wall.

Jiro Ono had been in the underworld for twenty years, killing people and being killed himself, but he had never seen a look like that before.

“Who…who are you?”

He instinctively took a half step back and reached for the dagger at his waist.

Takehiko Inoue did not look at him.

His gaze passed over Ono Jiro and fixed on the refined-looking man on the sofa.

"Yamamoto Takashi, didn't you come to collect a debt?" Inoue Takehiko's voice was hoarse and deep. "I've come to settle the score with you."

Yamamoto Takashi recognized Inoue Takehiko as soon as he entered. At this moment, his blood-soaked appearance made him look like a deadly messenger.

How could this be!?

He was terrified.

Is this still the same refined and gentle Inoue Takehiko? The good-for-nothing he once mocked has now barged in all by himself.

He forced himself to suppress his fear: "Let's talk things out. There's no need to escalate this."

Ono Jiro drew his dagger, his expression fierce: "I don't care who you are, this is Matsukawa-kai territory. Do you know the consequences of causing trouble here?"

Inoue Takehiko finally turned his head and glanced at him:

"You want to stop me too?"

Ono Jiro felt a chill run down his spine, but he was now in a bind. He gritted his teeth, gripped his dagger, and charged towards Inoue Takehiko.

To rise to such a high position, he must have had several lives on his hands; he wasn't easily intimidated.

Takehiko Inoue raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

"So fast!"

Ono Jiro's pupils contracted slightly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "click".

His wrist was twisted off, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

"ah!!"

He screamed, but before he could retreat, Inoue Takehiko's other hand had already grabbed his neck.

"You... let go... uh..."

Ono Jiro's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his feet gradually lifted off the ground. He tried to struggle and throw a punch, but his hand seemed to be made of iron and remained motionless.

He was scared and wanted to negotiate with the man in front of him, but he was choked and couldn't say a word.

Takehiko Inoue tightened his fingers expressionlessly.

"Click."

The cracking sound of his Adam's apple breaking was exceptionally clear in the quiet private room.

Ono Jiro's eyes widened, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he remained completely still.

Takehiko Inoue released his grip, letting the body slide to the ground.

He turned around and walked towards Takashi Yamamoto.

At this moment, he was shrouded in the shadow of death, his body trembling like a leaf. His previous smug expression had vanished, replaced by extreme fear. He slumped on the sofa, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

At that moment, under the pressure of death, he regretted it.

"No...don't come any closer...we can talk..."

"Is there any point in talking anymore? You forced this into this situation."

Takashi Yamamoto rolled off the sofa, knelt on the floor, and kowtowed desperately, his forehead hitting the carpet with a thud.

"Inoue-kun! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll give you back your money! I'll give you back the house! I'll give you anything you want, please let me go..."

His glasses were askew, his pants were soaked, and his face was covered in tears and snot.

"That woman seduced me! It's all her fault! She offered herself to me, I was just playing around! It was all her idea, please let me go this time. By the way, you killed so many people, you need to get away with it, right? I can help you..."

Takehiko Inoue stopped in front of him and looked down at the maggot wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

This is the person who ruined his family, killed his mother, and pushed him into an abyss.

Now, however, they kneel at my feet like a dog.

That's disgusting.

Takehiko Inoue bent down and lifted him up like a chick.

"What...what do you want to do!?"

Inoue Takashi met his gaze, his face filled with terror.

"I just want you dead!"

Inoue Takehiko roared, as if to vent all the grievances he had suffered during this time, and grabbed Yamamoto Takashi's face, slamming it hard against the wall.

Takashi Yamamoto's nose broke, and blood spurted out along with broken teeth. Shards of his shattered glasses pierced his eyeballs, and he fell to the ground, clutching his eyes and howling in pain.

Inoue Takehiko bent down, grabbed the hair at the back of his head again, pulled his head back, and then slammed it forward again.

"Bang!"

With his forehead slamming against the wall, Yamamoto Takashi's consciousness began to blur, but he was still begging for mercy.

"I...was wrong, please...forgive me..."

"Bang!"

The second blow caused the skull to cave in, and blood splattered onto the wall in a flower-like pattern.

"Bang!"

With the third blow, Yamamoto Takashi's body went completely limp, collapsing to the ground like a lump of mud, and he could no longer make a sound.

A grayish-white substance mixed with blood slowly flowed out of the wound.

Takehiko Inoue released his grip and stood up.

He glanced at the hostesses huddled together in the private room, said nothing, and turned to walk out the door.

Bloody footprints were left on the carpet in the corridor, stretching all the way before disappearing into the night.

Time to get to the next game.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang particularly jarringly in the apartment late at night.

"Who is it?" A woman's voice, tinged with impatience, came from behind the door.

"Liu Hui, it's me."

The footsteps inside the door paused for a moment, followed by the patter of slippers on the floor. The door opened a crack, and a woman's face peeked out from behind it.

Inoue Ryuke was wearing a silk nightgown, her hair slightly damp, clearly having just taken a shower. When she saw the person standing at the door, she paused for a moment, then frowned, her tone full of annoyance.

"What are you doing here? Wasn't the property division already settled? Are you crazy, coming in the middle of the night?"

Takehiko Inoue stood at the door without saying a word.

The corridor lights shone from behind him, obscuring his face in shadow and making his expression impossible to discern.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liu Hui became even more impatient and raised her hand to close the door: "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

"Wait a moment."

Inoue Takehiko reached out and braced himself against the door with astonishing strength. Liu Hui exerted all her strength, but the door remained unmoved.

"What...what are you going to do?" She finally realized something was wrong, and her voice became slightly panicked. "I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything reckless, I'll call the police."

"Takashi Yamamoto is dead."

Inoue Ryuke's movements froze.

"What...what did you say?"

"Yamamoto Takashi," Inoue Takehiko said calmly, "is dead, and so are his yakuza friends. I killed them."

Inoue Ryuke's face turned pale instantly, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Takehiko Inoue pushed open the door and walked in.

He was still wearing the blood-stained clothes, and although he had put on a black coat that Han Chuanyou had given him, the smell of blood was still strong and pungent.

Upon smelling that odor, Liu Hui's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to shrink back.

"You...you stay away...help!"

"Go ahead and call out." Takehiko Inoue closed and locked the door. "You should know that this apartment building has good soundproofing."

Liu Hui's eyes widened, and tears welled up. Looking at the man who had always been so good-tempered in front of her, she felt a bone-chilling fear for the first time.

He came for revenge.

"Inoue... Inoue-kun, we were husband and wife after all... For the sake of our past relationship, please let me go... Please, please let me go..."

Takehiko Inoue crouched down to look her in the eye.

He looked at the face that had once captivated him, but now it felt like a stranger.

"We were husband and wife?" His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself. "You know we were husband and wife, but you've ruined everything for me."

"I was wrong, please forgive me. Actually... I was lied to. Yamamoto Takashi is a bastard. I still love you. Let's start over, okay?"

Under the threat of death, Liu Hui regretted it. Their life together had been so happy before, and he had treated her so well... Why had she been so greedy for that moment of pleasure?

Inoue Takehiko recalled her pretentious face in court, and how she looked at him with smugness and contempt as she walked out of the courthouse arm in arm with Yamamoto Takashi after the verdict was announced.

He will never forget that scene for the rest of his life.

Now, that face has a different expression.

Pitiful, innocent, and remorseful.

That's disgusting.

How could anyone be so disgusting?

Takehiko Inoue raised his hand and gently stroked her hair.

Inoue Yanagi thought he had softened, and a hint of secret joy flashed in her eyes. She quickly snuggled into his arms.

"I knew it... you still love me... let's start over..."

next second.

The knife tip pierced her chest.

Clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

"you……"

Liu Hui looked down at the knife stuck in her chest, then looked up at Inoue Takehiko in disbelief.

Do not look down.

Inoue Takehiko ignored her and slumped to the ground. After a while, he finally got up and went downstairs with faltering steps.

Han Chuanyou emerged from the alley.

"Thank you... I'll handle the rest myself. I've already called the police, and I won't tell anyone about you..."

The man leaned against the wall for support, his spiritual energy almost completely depleted, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Han Chuan You's experiment had ended by this point.

It seems that the Qi Gathering Pill has limited effect on ordinary people, and we may still need the Marrow Cleansing Pill, which is specifically designed to work on the human body.

Nodding, Han Chuanyou didn't linger.

Even if someone is completely lawless, they still have to obediently go home before 9:30.

[Under your planning, a den of evil cultivators was destroyed, and you obtained 100 spirit stones and the Art of Object Manipulation (Mid-grade Yellow Rank)]