Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Nine fox feathers chewed for a moment, swallowed the steak in their mouths, and looked surprised: "Does the Grim Reaper dare to show himself so openly now?"

"Who knows?" Han Chuanyou shrugged. "Doing live streams? He really thinks he's an idol. He's shameless."

Why didn't I think of making money by streaming? The screen would definitely be flooded with rockets.

I regret it. I've really become a traffic magnet, and everyone wants to associate themselves with me.

"Don't even mention others to me, you're so shameless."

Kujou Kitsune shook her head and picked up a napkin to wipe the meat juice from the corner of her lips.

"I don't think this is like the Grim Reaper's style. Based on the analysis of past cases, the Grim Reaper is very casual and doesn't care about other people's opinions at all. This sudden live execution seems more like a show."

The girl's words revealed the essence of the matter.

"You really know him. Could it be that after Death killed too many people, and because the law couldn't restrain him, his personality gradually became arrogant and conceited?"

After Han Chuanyou finished speaking, she picked up a piece of steak in front of her and put it in her mouth.

The meat is bursting with juices, and the aroma of the fat is incredibly rich. It's top-grade Wagyu beef, Hao Chi!

"The Kujo family certainly needs to pay close attention to the unpredictable factor of death." Kujo Kitsune pushed the plate towards him, nodding in agreement. "What you said is also possible; the greater the power, the greater the desire."

When a person finds that the law can no longer restrain them, the only thing that can restrain them is themselves, but it is a very difficult thing for a person to restrain themselves.

The simplest example is how many people can actually go to bed before 10 p.m. every night.

Furthermore, once a person gains ability, their desires will only increase.

Upon hearing this, Han Chuanyou also considered this issue.

The saying goes that cultivating immortality begins with cultivating the mind. As his cultivation of the Great Dao Returning to Origin Technique deepened, he found that his state of mind remained unchanged, almost the same as before. He had a feeling of returning to simplicity and his true self.

One can only marvel at how profound this technique is. It's likely that he won't encounter any inner demons when he advances in his cultivation level. The only thing that might be able to stop him is Mizuki's large breasts.

My thoughts returned to this news story.

He keenly sensed that something was amiss here.

The veracity of the alleged punishment for live streaming is still unconfirmed, yet the news has already been widely reported.

Logically, shouldn't the Metropolitan Police Department be the one to receive the tip-off first, formulate contingency plans, track signals, and wait for the right moment to take action?

But now, only a short time after the incident, major media outlets like Asahi Shimbun have already broadcast it.

By letting so many people know, aren't you afraid the incident will escalate and eventually get out of control?

Moreover, isn't such a high-profile approach risking alerting the enemy?

Could it be that they're planning to broadcast police operations live, allowing the other side to monitor police movements in real time and decide on their next move?

That's incredibly stupid.

While we shouldn't overestimate the Metropolitan Police Department's intelligence, we can't rule out another possibility.

Such a grand publicity campaign...

Han Chuanyou picked up a piece of flavored eggplant, his brows furrowed.

His eyes lit up, and his chopsticks froze in mid-air.

The other party's purpose may be...

Kujo Kitsune was a little unaccustomed to Han Chuan You's sudden quietness.

"Why are you spacing out? You haven't touched your chopsticks for ages."

"I'm thinking, don't bother me."

Han Chuanyou placed his chopsticks against her lips, sealing her mouth.

Kujou Kitsune's eyes widened slightly. Seeing that the other person was still lost in thought and not looking this way, she brushed a strand of hair from the corner of her mouth, opened her red lips, and bit down.

"What are you doing?"

Han Chuan You snapped out of her daze and looked across at the chopsticks, which were now being held in the mouth of the nine fox feathers.

Kujou Kitsune squinted at the other man, slowly picked up an eggplant from his mouth, chewed it carefully for a moment, swallowed it, and then sneered: "Heh... hypocritical man, isn't this what you want to see?"

"Heh...you little glutton."

Han Chuan You smiled and continued eating, finding the food much tastier.

If it really is bait aimed at me, then I really need to go and see.

I am not the same person I used to be. With this protective charm, it is difficult for my opponent to break through my defenses. If I really can't win, I can just escape underground.

If you want to be the hunter, who will be the prey is still uncertain.

After finishing her meal, Kujou Kitsune lay down on the sofa, preparing to take a nap: "I'm going to sleep for a while. Do as you please, but remember not to do anything rude to me."

Soon, she stopped moving.

When she was asleep, Miss Kujo lost her usual elegance and aloofness, and instead appeared quite ordinary.

I specifically told myself not to do anything impolite, but should I?

But it's hard to guess what girls are thinking. Sometimes they mean it, sometimes they mean it, and sometimes they mean it. And sometimes they mean it really doesn't want to.

He ultimately chose to give up.

……

Tuesday was a tough day, as I was still caught between holiday life and not fully adjusting to the work rhythm.

At 7 p.m., the mysterious man wearing a Shura mask started his live stream on time, instantly bringing a thrill to the mundane life and spreading like wildfire among office workers and students at an astonishing speed.

In the image, the masked man, dressed in a black robe, sits upright in a chair, saying nothing.

The surrounding environment is mostly steel frame structures, and the environment is somewhat dilapidated and old, looking like an abandoned factory.

Beside him, a disheveled man tied to a chair struggled desperately, as if trying to say something, but his mouth was taped shut, and he could only make muffled whimpers.

Above the live stream, a striking red countdown timer showed that there were 52 minutes left until the execution.

At this moment, at the Hanchuan family home.

The siblings both came across the live stream, which was filled with comments, mostly expressing their worship of death, while many others condemned the lynching as unacceptable.

Looking at the more than 100,000 online users displayed in the upper right corner, and the gifts with all sorts of special effects on the screen, Han Chuanyou admitted that he was envious.

Damn it, that damn imposter! He's taking money from my fans!

But then he thought about how he was now a wealthy man earning millions a month, and that made him feel a little better.

He stood up:

"Mizuki, I'm going out for a walk for a bit."

Han Chuan Mei Yue was eating fruit and watching the commotion when she heard this and glanced at him: "Want to go watch the fun? You're not allowed to, it's too dangerous."

"Of course not, what's so interesting about this? The live stream might get shut down in a minute." He made up a reason on the spot, "I made plans to go to the arcade with my classmates, I'll be back soon."

"All you do is play, fine." Han Chuan Meiyue waved her hand. "You have to be back by 9:30, or don't even think about coming in."

"receive!"

Han Chuanyou gave her a perfunctory salute, then turned and left impatiently.

Not long after he came out, he appeared on the rooftop of a building.

The night wind howled, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter.

He looked around, momentarily unsure of which direction the live broadcast was taking place.

But he soon noticed that on the city streets, a few police cars with their red lights on were heading in roughly the same direction.

That must be it. It came to me effortlessly, or perhaps it was deliberately being led to that spot.

Han Chuanyou smiled slightly, then leaped lightly, riding the wind and gliding back and forth among the skyscrapers towards the area where the police cars were gathered.