Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Han Chuanyou hung up the phone and turned to look at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat whose head had been impaled by Qingling through the roof of the car and nailed to the seat.

Blood flowed down the blade, staining the leather seat red.

This guy was really unlucky. On his way, he found that this person was going the same way as him, and there was a sign above his head that read "Deacon of a Demonic Sect".

Such a person, delivered right to his doorstep, was not to be let go. The moment the man drove his car into the garage, he swiftly and fatally struck him down with a knife.

He glanced at the detonator on the passenger seat. The factory explosion earlier was probably this guy's doing; it was a form of revenge.

By this time, the paper puppets flying in the air had roughly figured out the situation of the Hashimoto family.

The house is extremely luxuriously decorated in a European style. It is very large and has a garden, swimming pool, rockery, fountain and all the necessary amenities. The neatly trimmed green plants look lush and green under the night lights.

This mansion was built on the blood and flesh of countless people.

Security inside the compound wasn't as tight as I'd imagined; the elite guards had probably all been called up for tonight's operation. There were many figures moving around the main gate, with a dozen security guards gathering, apparently having received word of his arrival.

However, this also made things much easier for him, as he no longer had to search for them one by one.

Han Chuanyou moved like the wind, making no attempt to conceal himself, and went straight to meet him.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment the security guard at the front drew his pistol, Han Chuanyou had already closed in.

Qingling's blade pierced the man's Adam's apple and emerged from the back of his neck. The moment the blade was pulled out, blood mist gushed from the wound, splattering the faces of the two people behind her.

Before the body even fell to the ground, Han Chuanyou slid forward and slashed horizontally with his blade, almost completely severing the neck of the second security guard, severing his trachea and blood vessels at the same time.

He clutched his neck and knelt down with a hoarse cry, blood spurting from between his fingers.

The third person finally aimed at Han Chuanyou and pulled the trigger, the gun spitting fire.

With a precise slash, Han Chuanyou split the bullet in two. At the same time, he flicked his left hand, sending a spiritual energy bullet flying and striking the man squarely in the chest. A bowl-sized wound exploded from behind, bursting out a cloud of blood mist.

A strong gust of wind came from behind, and a metal baton struck the back of his head.

Han Chuanyou swung his sword backhand, and Qingling's blade sliced ​​across the man's abdomen, almost cutting him in two. His internal organs and intestines gushed out, and the man looked down and immediately collapsed.

In just over ten seconds, most of the security guards at the entrance had fallen.

The remaining few began to retreat, but Han Chuanyou showed no mercy, catching up in a few steps and drawing blood with every strike.

No one could stand a chance against him.

After killing the guards, he walked slowly forward, with corpses lying haphazardly and pools of blood winding behind him.

As they continued inward, they encountered no one who bore a title such as "manager," "steward," or "guard."

He walked through the garden, stepped over the pool of blood by the pool, and entered the main house, where he was greeted by all sorts of gunshots.

But that still couldn't stop Han Chuan You's progress.

Bullet holes in the pillars and knife marks on the walls stretched out, and those who tried to resist and fled in panic all became corpses on the ground.

The once beautiful courtyard is now a mess, with blood staining the fountain and neatly trimmed bushes trampled and bent over.

Inside the underground bunker at this moment.

The Hashimoto family's top executives gathered together, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

Hashimoto Fumio stood in front of the monitor screen, watching his men fall one by one, his eyes wide with rage.

Death! How dare you!

These were the elite of the elite, cultivated by the Hashimoto family over many years, and utterly loyal to the Hashimoto family. But under his blade, they all vanished like bubbles.

A wave of regret washed over me.

But what he regretted was not that he had committed many evils, which led to his death, but that he hadn't been ruthless enough to crush that charlatan with even more cruel and radical methods.

Just then, a cold voice came from behind.

"Fumio, you are a sinner of the Hashimoto family!"

A middle-aged man was the first to make a move. He was the second-in-command of the Hashimoto family and the younger brother of Hashimoto Fumio, Hashimoto Ryusuke.

Now, the Hashimoto family is facing a critical moment of survival. The entire family has offended a formidable being due to Fumio Hashimoto's reckless behavior, and their lives are in danger.

The fact that he and Death have reached this point of no return is all Hashimoto Fumio's fault for acting recklessly.

Moreover, it's time for him to take the position of head of the Hashimoto family.

"Long Sheng, what do you mean by this?"

Hashimoto Fumio's face was grim as he looked at his half-brother, his expression one of shock.

He used to act like a friendly brother, but now that things have come to this, he's finally showing his true colors.

Hashimoto Tatsuo and the surrounding executives exchanged glances, and his voice rose a few decibels:

"I think you should go and apologize to Death in person and beg for his forgiveness."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Hashimoto Fumio saw through his plan. He looked at the other silent senior members. "Is that what you all think too?"

Everyone else avoided eye contact; silence was the best answer. Even his own son, Hashimoto Aoyama, did not defend his father.

Instead, it was Hashimoto Kawako, as the wife, who spoke first:

"Long Sheng, I never thought you were this kind of person. Has Wen Sheng mistreated you all these years?"

Seeing this, Hashimoto Aoyama could no longer remain silent and quickly followed up, saying, "Uncle, that's a bit much..."

Hashimoto Fumio took a deep breath and sneered, "You think you can live by pushing me out? You've done just as many despicable things as I have over the years!"

He gave Hashimoto Tatsuo a deep look: "You want me dead? Go ahead and drag me out if you dare."

The group exchanged glances, but no one dared to move. Hashimoto Fumio had been the head of the family for so many years, and his authority was still considerable; no one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out.

Hashimoto Tatsuo's face was gloomy, and he cursed these people for being cowardly in his heart. He turned his head and glanced at the heavy alloy explosion-proof door, and felt a little more at ease.

This underground bunker was built to withstand nuclear attacks. The walls are several meters thick, and the main door is a military-grade alloy blast door. Even if Death finds this place, it won't be able to break in anytime soon.

Once the police arrive, death will naturally back down. You can't kill everyone; that would be tantamount to making an enemy of the entire island nation.

Now that Hashimoto Fumio has made such a grave mistake, once they leave, it will be time for him to take over.

The Hashimoto family has bought a lot of land in Brazil, so they can simply flee there and lie low, gradually developing their business and still have a chance to make a comeback.

But Han Chuan You was clearly not prepared to give them that opportunity.

The so-called impregnable underground bunker was no match for his earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape underground), it was as if it were made of paper.

He slowly emerged from a corner unnoticed by the crowd, watching this dog-eat-dog spectacle.

After watching for a while, no one noticed him.

Han Chuan You had never been treated so coldly before, and coughed awkwardly.

"You don't need to argue anymore. Once we get down there, we'll have time for you to wrestle."

"Why are you interrupting?"

Someone impatiently turned around to refute, but halfway through their sentence, they felt as if they had been choked.

All eyes turned to this side, to that familiar Asura mask, to that figure shrouded in mist.

They all jolted and instinctively moved away from him.

"First time meeting you."

Han Chuanyou stood up and looked around.

"However, we should already be quite familiar with each other."

"Death...Lord Death..."

Hashimoto Tatsuo's voice trembled.

He swallowed hard, a fawning smile spreading across his face, as if he weren't the ruthless man who had just forced his way to the throne. He pointed at Hashimoto Fumio.

"The grievances have their source, and the debts have their debtors. This was all his personal action; he was determined to deal with you, and it has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The other high-ranking officials suddenly realized what was happening and unanimously switched sides. "We tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't listen. It's all his fault!"

Hankawa Yu smiled.

"So you mean you're all good people?"

Everyone's faces froze.

Over the years, what dirty deeds have they secretly committed that are no less numerous than those of Hashimoto Fumio? Loan sharking, forcing women into prostitution, organ trafficking, power-money transactions... their shadows are everywhere.

"You are all guilty." Han Chuanyou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his tone casual. "Have you ever heard of atonement? The more people you kill, the greater your chances of survival. Let's begin."

After saying that, he took out four captured pistols and threw them on the ground.

A moment of deathly silence fell over the bunker. The people looked at each other, their eyes shifting from fear to vigilance, and then from vigilance to suspicion.

Everyone doubted whether Death was telling the truth, and some even suspected that he simply wanted to see them kill each other.

But what if it is true?

Hashimoto Tatsuo's eyes suddenly turned ruthless.

He stared at the gun on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing, then quickly glanced at the people around him.

Those brothers and friends who usually call each other brothers, drink and play with women together, all had the same light shining in their eyes at this moment.

Nobody wants to die.

Everyone wants to get out alive.

Hashimoto Ryusuke took a step forward, grabbed a pistol, and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the chest of the Hashimoto family's chief financial officer. The man looked down, his eyes widened, and he slowly leaned forward, collapsing to the ground.

The gunshot was like a lit fuse, instantly igniting fear in everyone.

The others also rushed towards the gun on the ground like madmen.

Some people managed to get one, while others didn't.

Those who managed to grab the guns opened fire on those around them without hesitation, while those who failed rushed forward with their bare hands, scratching, biting, and punching. Someone even grabbed a pen from the table and plunged it into the neck of another person, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

These once powerful figures, who could sit in conference rooms and command the wealth of ordinary people with a single word, are now disheveled, covered in blood, and revealing the darkest side of humanity in their struggle for survival. They are wrestling on the ground, even turning on their own blood relatives.

Hashimoto Aoyama trembled all over as he watched his uncle, Hashimoto Tatsuo, kill one person after another with a single shot, his eyes bloodshot.

"Bang!"

A stray bullet struck Hashimoto Bunsei in the shoulder. He groaned, staggered backward, and instinctively grabbed his son beside him to steady himself.

Hashimoto Aoyama was startled when his father grabbed his arm. He glanced at his father's blood-stained face, then at Hashimoto Ryusuke, who was firing wildly with his gun pointed in their direction.

Without hesitation, he shoved his father toward the gun barrel and then bent down to lunge into a corner.

"Aoyama, you!"

Hashimoto Fumio stared wide-eyed at his own son in disbelief. A bullet pierced his chest, and his words were choked by the blood gushing from his throat. He leaned forward and collapsed to the ground.

The head of the Hashimoto family died such a humiliating death at the hands of his own younger brother.

Hashimoto Ryusuke sneered and turned the gun towards Hashimoto Aoyama, who had just gotten up.

Hashimoto Aoyama was so frightened that he begged for mercy loudly:

"Uncle! Don't kill me! I'll help you, I can help you!"

Hashimoto Tatsuo shot him in the head.

In the corner, Hashimoto Kawako witnessed everything: her husband was pushed out by her son to shield him from a gunshot, and her son was shot in the head.

She screamed and lunged at Hashimoto Ryuki: "You beast!"

Hashimoto Tatsuo raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting her right between the eyebrows. Blood splattered on the wall, both alluring and bloody.

In less than three minutes, more than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground, and blood pooled on the smooth marble floor, forming a dark red pool that slowly spread outwards.

The killings continued.

Han Chuanyou leaned against the wall, coldly observing this scene of human collapse. His eyes, hidden behind the Shura mask, remained unmoved, as if he were watching a group of trash killing each other.

Hashimoto Tatsuo gripped his gun, panting heavily, while no one else stood around him.

I won!

He tossed aside the empty gun, turned to Han Chuanyou leaning against the wall, and gave him a fawning smile:

"Lord Death... they're all dead. I've taken care of a large number of people for you... may I leave now?"

Han Chuanyou straightened up and slowly walked towards him.

"Leave? It's a pity, I'm not very satisfied."

The Azure Spirit was drawn from its sheath, a flash of light.

Hashimoto Tatsuo's smile froze on his face, a thin red line appeared on his neck, he opened his mouth, his body arched backward, and he crashed into a pool of blood.

Han Chuanyou sheathed his sword, looked around, and regardless of whether anyone was pretending to be dead, a bursting talisman appeared in his hand. He poured spiritual power into it, and the talisman lit up with a dazzling red light.

He casually tossed the talisman into the center of the fortress, and his body instantly sank, disappearing underground.

"Boom!"

Flames exploded behind them, engulfing the entire underground bunker in flames.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave. There might be something useful hidden in this house, and since he was already here, he couldn't leave empty-handed.

After quickly browsing around, he finally stopped in a luxuriously decorated secret room. His eyes were drawn to an entire wall of antique shelves, filled with all sorts of rare and precious objects.

The walls are adorned with numerous calligraphy and paintings from the Xia Dynasty, and all around are displayed various ancient books and porcelain pieces.

These things made his face grow even more gloomy; they were probably all filth looted during that war of aggression.

Han Chuanyou showed no politeness whatsoever, and regardless of their value, he put them all into his storage ring.

Finally, his gaze fell on a small, exquisite model ship displayed on the display shelf.

It emitted a faint, shimmering light.

You have discovered a high-grade Xuan-level immortal ship—Cloud Shadow.

A celestial vessel? What a find! In modern terms, it would be like a luxury car in the world of fantasy.

Han Chuanyou naturally also took it into his possession.

After searching around, he heard police sirens outside the door. Without lingering, he immediately disappeared underground and headed home.

The subtitles in front of us changed, showing a bumper harvest today.

[You have annihilated a wicked cultivation family that secretly colluded with the demon race, and seized the following spoils: 200 low-grade spirit stones, 50 mid-grade spirit stones, a low-grade Xuan-level sword technique: Flowing Water, and a high-grade Xuan-level immortal boat: Cloud Shadow.]