Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 85 So, what is the price? (Seeking first subscription)

When Han Chuan You returned home.

He inserted the key into the keyhole, but the door was already locked from the inside. He took out his phone; it was already 10 p.m., and there were three missed calls.

Upon seeing this, he knew he was doomed.

He rang the doorbell twice: "Mizuki, Mizuki, I was wrong, let me in."

The Grim Reaper who just wreaked havoc in Tokyo and slaughtered indiscriminately is now like a homeless kitten.

Of course, it's not that cute.

The doorbell rang repeatedly, and after a while, the door finally opened. Han Chuan Meiyue, dressed in a thin nightgown, stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her tone impatient: "What are you yelling about? Who are you? I don't remember anyone like you in the Han Chuan family."

Has Mizuki already relegated me to the ranks of strangers? The consequences are indeed severe.

But he still subconsciously glanced at the full curve of Meiyue's body, which was pressed against her arms.

"I'm your beloved younger brother," Han Chuan You said, shamelessly stepping forward.

Han Chuan Meiyue took a step back and raised her hand to stop him from entering the house: "I don't know you. If you disturb the peace again, I'll call the police."

"Don't call the police, hug me."

Han Chuan You stepped forward again, put his arm around Mei Yue's waist, pressed her body close to his, rubbed his face against hers, and spoke in a flattering tone.

"I was wrong. I got so engrossed in the game that I forgot the time. Lady Mizuki, please forgive me this time."

As he spoke, he lifted her and moved her a little further inside, hooking his foot around the door to close it: "Hurry up and go inside, you're wearing so little, don't catch a cold."

This time, Han Chuan Mei Yue didn't dodge. She glanced at him with disdain and slapped his head.

Although she really wanted to keep her cold face and make him understand the seriousness of staying outside past curfew, she actually fell for his act.

"If you don't come back soon, I'll really think you went to a hotel with some young girl."

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Han Chuanyou's shoulder with a hint of suspicion and sniffed carefully. She didn't smell any fox spirit scent, which reassured her somewhat.

Han Chuan You chuckled: "How could that be? At my age, even if I wanted to book a room, it would be impossible."

"If it's an older sister, then it's fine. Who knows if you'll be bewitched by some older sister out there?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue pushed him away, tapped his forehead with her index finger, and instructed, "Remember this: no hotel rooms allowed. If any adult woman wants to take you to any strange hotel, don't hesitate to refuse immediately, except for me."

Han Chuan Meiyue didn't want the food she was so reluctant to eat to be taken by someone else, who would then forcefully sit on her.

"Is there a segment for older people?"

Han Chuanyou's eyes lit up; he was a sucker for this.

Meeting Mizuki's dangerous gaze, he forced another smile.

"Got it! So, when are we going to get a room, Miyuki?"

"Want to book a room with me?"

Han Chuan Meiyue gave a half-smile, and seeing that he was still nodding, she slapped him on a certain spot.

"If you want my career to end here and I want to work for the government, just say so. If you really want that, then I'll have to make sure you don't mess around before I go in, so that your brother becomes your sister."

"Mizuki, just like that, be gentle." Han Chuan You bent over and let out a soft, comfortable groan.

Hearing his loud noise, Han Chuan Mei Yue's cheeks flushed, and she immediately pushed him away, saying, "Get out of here."

The next day.

Social media was flooded with posts about the Edogawa explosion last night.

Before-and-after photos of the explosion were posted, showing how the once intact factory, covering thousands of square meters, was reduced to ruins overnight.

Conspiracy theories about a missile attack from next door have resurfaced.

Some astute individuals even linked the gunshots and explosions in the Death Live broadcast room last night.

The large-scale police operation last night was hard to miss, and it was easy to speculate whether the police had taken action against death last night, which led to the explosion.

In response, the Metropolitan Police Department stated that the chemical raw materials stored at the factory were not cleaned up in time, and the leak caused a violent explosion. No one was confirmed to be injured or killed at the scene.

They were quickly proven wrong.

Photos of ambulances rushing to the scene were taken, along with images of the police cordoning off the area, showing bodies covered in white sheets lying on the ground.

All I can say is that drones are truly amazing. The Metropolitan Police Department has been thoroughly humiliated and can only stubbornly insist that the incident is under further investigation and ask everyone to wait for further updates.

What followed was a celebration for the opposition parties, who launched a fierce attack on the ruling party, demanding that the truth of the matter be revealed and that the public not be kept in the dark.

The siblings sat at the dining table eating breakfast.

After finishing browsing the news, Han Chuanyou took a sip of milk and glanced at Meiyue next to him.

This public official from the Metropolitan Police Department's document division was currently on his phone, joining netizens online in angrily criticizing the Metropolitan Police Department for its inaction.

He was speechless.

There's a mole in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Such a big case has happened again, Mizuki, are you really not planning to go to the Metropolitan Police Department soon?"

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Han Chuan Meiyue stopped typing, raised her eyes, and said matter-of-factly, "As the person in charge of the archives, I have very little work to do. No, it's even easier now. They've assigned me two more female assistants, so I don't even feel like I need to go there anymore."

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As she spoke, Han Chuan Meiyue looked puzzled.

"Oh, right, I have some good news for you. I got a raise. The Metropolitan Police Department was talking about adjusting the salary structure recently, and they actually gave me a 20% raise. The department head even asked if I was interested in transferring to the planning department."

Han Chuan Meiyue recalled being called to the office by the female head of the General Affairs Department that day. At the time, she thought it was because the head of the General Affairs Department was unhappy with her recent slacking off and wanted to give her a warning.

As a result, the minister, who used to be exceptionally strict with his subordinates and acted like an old witch, actually asked him in a gentle tone if he was comfortable with his work recently, and even planned to recommend him to the planning department, which is closer to the center of power.

This made her wonder if the minister was interested in her.

The female minister was over forty years old, and I hadn't heard of her having a husband; she seemed to be a staunch advocate of singlehood.

But she was not a lesbian. Rather than causing a border conflict, she preferred to lure the enemy deeper into her territory, and the target was, of course, the boy in front of her.

"Really? Congratulations!"

Yu Hankawa looked strange.

Is this what they mean by getting a promotion and a raise simply because you stepped into the office with your left foot?

It's highly likely that this was the work of Miss Kujo.

Is the young lady's act of repaying her debt of gratitude still ongoing?

Han Chuan You asked with a smile, "What are you thinking, Mizuki?"

Han Chuan Meiyue took a bite of toast.

"I refused. Nowhere else is as easy as the writing class, and I have a bad feeling about it, Xiaoyou, you need to know—"

She took a large gulp of milk, her tone slightly somber, revealing a gaze that spoke of someone who had experienced the ups and downs of society and seen through everything. She said with certainty, "Every gift of fate comes with a hidden price. So, what is the price?"

Han Chuan You blinked, his expression strange.

Perhaps it was myself?

He didn't say that to prevent Mizuki from breaking down.