Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 86 The Upright Official Has Arrived

Chiyoda Ward, inside the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.

During working hours, the Metropolitan Police Department was bustling with people, a peaceful scene, completely unaffected by outside public opinion, everyone going about their business as usual.

The officers from the professional unit, like high-level white-collar workers, stood by the window, enjoying the morning sunlight, chatting over coffee, and gossiping about yesterday's events.

Whether the country is in a survival crisis or whether the people are properly protected seems to have nothing to do with them.

As Han Chuan Meiyue stepped into the hall, she instantly attracted a lot of attention. Some people greeted her warmly, while others began to straighten their ties.

Although Mizuki Kanakawa is known in the Metropolitan Police Department as a loner who doesn't like socializing, she is still very popular, probably because beauty is justice.

Han Chuan Meiyue nodded politely in response, not giving these people a chance to give way. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and she found a corner to stand in.

At the Metropolitan Police Department, the only female officers she could talk to were those few. They would usually have lunch together and complain about their superiors' bizarre decisions.

If you're going to slack off, you should be prepared to do it. Instead of participating in those pointless social activities, you should go home early and spend time with your younger brother.

Her colleagues are well-known for their doting on their younger brother, but she never feels embarrassed about it. Anyone with such a handsome and cute younger brother would cherish him dearly.

As for wanting to eat it, since there's no blood relation, it's fine; that's perfectly normal.

This also served as a convenient excuse for rejection: she had no intention of dating before her brother got married, thus silencing any potential suitors.

At this moment, in the Metropolitan Police Department Inspector's office located in the General Affairs Department.

Daisuke Yamaguchi frowned.

Just now, the Minister of Defense called him and told him to find out the details of the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper's abilities far exceeded everyone's expectations, and they could not allow this destabilizing factor to exist in the island nation; it had to be eliminated as soon as possible.

Therefore, the Secretary of Defense specifically requested that they fully cooperate with the upcoming actions of the American investigators and try their best to meet any demands they make.

Daisuke Yamaguchi was having a bit of a headache.

Having just finished a press conference where he was besieged by reporters, he was already being urged by his superiors to be assigned new tasks.

For the past month, he hasn't had a good night's sleep. Every time he lies down, he's woken up by a phone call, either because of a new murder or because the media has broken some bombshell.

Not only is he being blamed by his superiors, but he's also being relentlessly attacked by netizens every day, who call him incompetent, the Metropolitan Police Department useless, and accused them of taking taxpayers' money and not doing their jobs properly.

He was a police superintendent, a coveted position, but now he's living worse than a police commissioner.

He hated Death to the core; Death was slapping the Metropolitan Police Department in the face.

I heard it's a product of the Super Soldier program next door. Is it because they've been jumping around too much lately and they want to give them a warning?

Then he thought of the United States getting involved, and his expression softened slightly.

As long as the United States intervenes, justice will be served; American agents will arrive, Tokyo will be at peace, and all problems will be solved.

Tanaka Tsukasa arrived at the office, looking travel-worn, as if he had just returned from a crime scene: "Director Yamaguchi, you wanted to see me?"

Daisuke Yamaguchi nodded, leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands in front of his stomach, and sighed earnestly: "Tanaka, as the strongest detective in the First Investigation Division, I am very disappointed with your recent performance."

Tanaka Tsukasa didn't know how to answer for a moment. In such a large Metropolitan Police Department, he was the only one who actually did the work. The rest were a bunch of good-for-nothings. They were very good at eating, drinking and having fun, but when it came to cooperating with investigations, they didn't even know some of the basic procedures. They would only cause trouble.

But he couldn't say these things.

"The Grim Reaper's behavior is too bizarre," Tanaka Tsukasa carefully chose his words. "We can't judge it using past criminal behavior patterns, so it's indeed very difficult to investigate."

"Alright." Daisuke Yamaguchi waved his hand, not wanting to hear any more explanations. "The investigation team from the United States is coming the day after tomorrow. You are the one who knows the Grim Reapers best, so you will be in charge of dealing with them. You must cooperate fully with them."

"Yes."

Tanaka Tsukasa agreed, but he wasn't really sure about it.

Last night's scene, with over forty elite gunmen and an explosion, couldn't do anything to Death; the Hashimoto family was even wiped out.

What good will the investigation team do?

He bowed slightly, turned and left the office.

He didn't know if the investigation team could solve the problem.

But one thing he was certain of was that the failed siege against Death last night was enough to show that Death's strength far exceeded their imagination.

He couldn't understand how the Grim Reaper could survive such a violent explosion, and even wipe out the entire Hashimoto family in a very short time afterward.

Just then, he received a call from one of his officers.

"Inspector Tanaka, the missing reporter is still alive—"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Tanaka Tsukasa hung up the phone, let out a long sigh, blinked his tired eyes, and told his subordinates to prepare the car and leave.

They called me back just to give them orders like this? Do they think I'm free? What a fucking idiot.

"Han Chuan! Brother, this is the only time I'm asking for your help in my life!"

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As soon as I walked into the classroom and sat down, Nakamura Taito came over, braced himself on the edge of the desk with both hands, and slammed his head heavily on the desk.

Han Chuanyou subconsciously moved a little further away from him: "What are you doing? I'm not gay."

Nakamura Taito immediately looked up, indignantly saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Although you are indeed handsome, you can't slander my sexual orientation."

After saying that, he immediately leaned closer and revealed his purpose.

"Han Chuan, after school today, our basketball team has a friendly match against Qingshan. Our starting forward suddenly got sick and can't play, and our substitutes aren't very good either. It's a bit risky against Qingshan. I'm thinking of having you fill in. What do you think?"

Despite being a shut-in, Nakamura Taito has excellent physical abilities and is a key member of the school's basketball team.

He and Han Chuanyou became acquainted during a class basketball match in physical education class.

At that time, Han Chuan You defeated him countless times with his agile skills, almost driving him to despair. In the end, they became friends after their fight and their relationship gradually improved.

With the starting forward for the basketball team absent this time, the first person he thought of was Han Chuan You.

With his addition, the chances of defeating Qingshan instantly increased significantly.

[A small sparring match between sects. Your fellow disciples need your help. After winning, you will receive sect rewards.]

I initially thought it was too much trouble.

"What else is there to say?" Han Chuan You slammed his hand on the table. "Dude, I'll join, okay? Any rewards?"

"Han Chuan! You're too impulsive. What else is there to say? Just give me your bottom!"

"Get lost! Don't be disgusting."