Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 99 Who summoned Death to their door?

Shingo Mori is the president and manager of Sogetsu Agency.

Cangyue Agency is publicly positioned as a small but beautiful underground idol agency, focusing on the pure and healing girl-next-door image, and has several underground idol groups under its management.

Their business includes idol training, performances, fan meetings, online live streaming, and the production of fan-oriented singles and music videos.

However, these seemingly legitimate profit-making projects could not satisfy Mori Shingo's appetite. Deeper gray and black industries were already commonplace in the underground idol industry.

The spending power of those fanatical fan groups, formed through manipulation, goes far beyond what's already generated; he won't let easy money slip by.

For example, the coupons for rubbing each other at fan meetings, the intimate photos at special events, the even more explicit photos of sharing a bed, and one-on-one guidance from idols are all products they sell.

Even the exclusive nighttime date privileges auctioned by fans only require a few hundred thousand yen to arrange a safe and confidential meeting, and what they do then is not up to them to refuse.

Because, as early as when they harbored the dream of becoming idols surrounded by admirers and signed that contract with their guardians with a penalty of tens of millions of yen, they had already become the targets of Mori Shingo's exploitation.

These girls only receive a monthly salary of around 100,000 yen, which is less than half the monthly salary of an average office worker. They have to bear their own daily expenses, such as transportation, clothing, and makeup.

Through layers of exploitation by the company, these seemingly glamorous idols are always in debt, and therefore, even more unable to escape their control.

Tonight, Shingo Mori received a call from Toshiro Hirano. Upon hearing that the client was an important figure visiting from the United States, his spirits lifted.

If they could use this opportunity to curry favor with some important figure and make Cangyue Agency their go-to place for visiting American officials to relieve stress, their business might just take off.

After all, the so-called Commissioner Smith was not just a figurehead.

They could easily make up a name like "psychological counseling and assistance for garrison soldiers," submit a bill, and make a fortune for either side.

As for what those girls who were sent there would experience, that was never within his consideration.

Thinking of this, Mori Shingo dialed his subordinate's number and ordered, "Keep those youngest girls who were just recruited out tonight. Let them officially enter the scene—make sure they entertain the guests well, and absolutely no trouble—forget it, I'll go myself."

After a moment's thought, realizing he needed to cultivate good relationships and didn't fully trust his subordinates, Mori Shingo decided to go in person.

Kabukicho, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo.

Neon lights flickered incessantly in the night, and signs piled up on top of each other, crowding the building facades. Lights of various colors transformed the streets into a bizarre and surreal world.

Besides being a place easily associated with sex trafficking, this area is also a stage where countless underground idol groups have poured their sweat and dreams into their work. Many groups that are now somewhat famous have poured their sweat into the livehouses in this neighborhood.

Tonight, Hanchuan You went out to carry out his "Death God" business but came up empty-handed.

He sighed; this was probably the reality that every self-employed individual had to face.

He didn't understand why his door-to-door service had always received zero negative reviews, was highly efficient, and offered a complete turnkey service, making him a true role model in the industry.

As for why those customers have zero negative reviews, that's none of your business. But why are all those who should be judged closing down tonight?

I'm on the verge of losing my job.

After feeling depressed, Han Chuan You escaped to a livehouse performance venue, hoping to soothe his wounded heart through the performance of the girls on stage.

The ticket cost 2,500 yen, but getting it for free made me feel great.

Although the idol girls on stage can't compare to the girls around us, they are already considered above average among ordinary people, and their energetic demeanor is quite soothing.

As the last idol group finished their performance, Yuu Hanchuan prepared to leave.

However, as soon as I turned around and my gaze swept across the crowd, the subtitles in front of me suddenly changed.

[A heretical organization—Ling Le Fang—has been discovered, deceiving naive young girls to extort money; it is utterly despicable.]

His gaze fell on the man who flashed by in the corner and walked towards the backstage.

This was truly an unexpected bonus.

He slowly withdrew from the crowd, came to a secluded corner, and gradually disappeared, silently following behind.

At this moment, the girls from the Pureheart Up team had just finished their performance for the evening.

In the backstage dressing room, the three of them, still in their stage makeup, slumped in folding chairs, recovering their strength.

"Ugh, I'm so tired. I work so hard every day, and I only make so little money each month. It's not nearly enough."

The one speaking was the team leader, Misaki Uchida. She was wiping the remaining makeup from the corner of her eyes in front of a small mirror, her tone full of complaint.

"It's better than drinking with those stinky old men, right?"

Sitting in the corner, Yuna Kawashima curled her legs up in the chair, rested her chin on her knees, and spoke in a muffled voice.

I joined the firm because my mother couldn't support three children on her own. She had to send part of her salary home every month, but now she can't even support herself with that money.

"If I had known that underground idol groups weren't as glamorous as they usually appear, I wouldn't have joined."

The youngest member, Maki Kuroki, lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttering, and her voice grew softer and softer.

The three of them fell silent, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air.

The agent, Maki Kubo, walked over from the other end of the corridor. He had worked at the Azure Moon Agency for six years and was very familiar with the procedures ahead.

Tonight marks the final step for these newly debuted girls as they descend into depravity. Like other underground idol groups, they will become nothing more than tools for making money.

"You've worked hard."

Kubo Maki clapped his hands and gave a business-like smile.

"You did a great job tonight, especially Misaki. Three fans are very interested in you tonight, and we need you to entertain them. The president will also be there, so remember to cooperate well."

Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.

Last week, at the same time, in the same place, and with the same gentle yet irresistible tone, Kubo Maki led the three of them to the company's reception room.

The president was waiting there, along with two unfamiliar middle-aged men who were sponsors. They said they wanted to see a more private side of their idol and discuss a deeper collaboration.

As for how deep the encounter went, it was during the drinking session when those two older men touched me inappropriately and took advantage of me quite a bit.

Although I received a decent amount of money afterward, it still made me feel disgusted.

However, they had absolutely no reason to refuse.

If they refuse, they are highly likely to be sidelined until their contracts expire, and ultimately be completely abandoned by the industry.

They may fall into debt as a result, or even be resold to places that don't even need the fig leaf of being an idol.

At such a young age, they have already witnessed the darkest side of society.

Han Chuan You hid in the shadows and witnessed everything that happened.

These three girls were the group that danced the most energetically on stage just now. The stage had a great typhoon, which left a very good impression on him.

I never expected to encounter something like this.

Is it an unspoken rule? Such things are not uncommon in island nations. The Japanese entertainment industry, especially the field of child stars, has always been a hotbed of sexual assault scandals.

The Johnny Kitagawa case, spanning half a century, has resulted in thousands of victims, including the renowned Takuya Kimura.

Such a massive case, hidden for half a century, shows how deep the waters ran, not to mention the members of these underground idol groups.

He didn't act rashly, intending to follow them and wipe them all out.

Looks like I'll have to work overtime again tonight.

The three women were led away by Maki Kubo to a black Toyota Alphard.

The car left Shinjuku, and Yuu followed behind, heading towards Roppongi.

On the bus, Kubo Maki gave some instructions.

"Tonight you're entertaining some important people, so some extreme behavior is normal. You'd better not resist, and you'll get a lot of money afterwards."

Upon hearing this, the three women felt an even stronger sense of foreboding.

Misaki Uchida looked somewhat flustered: "Isn't it supposed to be drinking with you?"

"You'll see when we get there, relax—"

Kubo Maki smiled dismissively, having long been accustomed to this situation.

The Alphard eventually stopped in the underground parking lot of a commercial building. It was late at night, and there were no other vehicles in the empty space. Only the sound of engines echoed in the basement.

Kubo Maki opened the car door, stood outside, and gave a gentle smile, but his tone was inexplicably cold: "Think about the contract, you'll cooperate, right?"

The three women froze, finally understanding what awaited them next.

Once you take this step, there's no turning back.

Just as the girls were despairing about what was to come, a cold voice came from behind Kubo Maki: "I want your life, and you'll cooperate, won't you?"

Kubo Maki instinctively turned around and saw a mysterious person wearing a ferocious mask. Immediately afterward, a long sword gleaming with a cold light was pressed against his neck.

"Who are you?!"

He broke out in a cold sweat and dared not make any further moves.

Han Chuanyou didn't answer, but looked at the three girls: "You can leave now. Oh, and leave the spot where all that trash is. I'll go up and clean it up later."

"Lord Death!!"

The girls looked surprised and almost simultaneously called out his identity. Having frequently surfed the internet, they had certainly heard of the Grim Reaper, but they never expected that one day they would be saved by the Grim Reaper.

The girls all breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the Grim Reaper had appeared, it meant that the ruthless club president's job was done.

The slightly bolder Kawashima Yuna calmed herself down, looked at the tall, mysterious man in front of her, and her eyes lit up instantly. Like a little fangirl, she moved closer to him: "Lord Grim Reaper, can I get your autograph? I'm a fan of yours, and I even bought some of your merchandise."

As she spoke, disregarding the tense atmosphere, she took out labels and a pen from her small bag.

It's no wonder she's an idol group member; her soft, sweet voice is hard to refuse. But all Han Chuan You can say is...

You fake fan! What kind of Bleach merchandise is it if it's not authorized by me, the Grim Reaper? Not a single penny of the money went to me; it all went to those unscrupulous merchants. And you still call yourself a fan?

Seeing that the Grim Reaper's attention had been diverted by Yuna, Kubo Maki tried to sneak away from the neck and escape from this place.

Unexpectedly, Han Chuanyou seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The blade was close to his skin, and he felt a stinging sensation. A warm liquid slowly flowed down his skin, and he immediately dared not move.

"Don't disturb Lord Death when he's doing his business."

Misaki Uchida pulled away Yuna, who was still swooning over her crush, and also grabbed Maki, who was trying to join in. Now was not the time to be a fangirl.

As a member of an idol group, she knows how annoying it is to be disturbed by fans when doing her work.

"Lord Grim Reaper, the agency is on the 8th floor, room 301. There's a meeting room inside; the president and the others should be there."

Although Misaki Uchida also wanted the Grim Reaper's autograph, now was clearly not the time, so she bowed deeply to Yuu Hatsukawa.

"Thank you so much. We won't trouble you any further. Maki, Yuna, let's go."

"All right."

Yuna reluctantly let herself be dragged away; she actually wanted to follow and see the Grim Reaper's demeanor.

Before leaving, she made a thumbs-up gesture.

"Lord Death, Ganbatte! Kill that disgusting bastard!"

Han Chuan You gave an OK sign, accepting the girl's request.

The girls walked briskly toward the exit, their lively chatter still audible.

"What do you think looks like under the Grim Reaper's mask?"

"He must be super handsome! And his voice is so nice too!"

"Maybe he's a weathered middle-aged man—"

"Impossible! That physique makes him look like a young, handsome guy!"

The youthful laughter gradually faded away, creating a stark contrast with the somber atmosphere in the parking lot.

Kubo Maki believed he was about to die, but he still wanted to find a sliver of hope.

He tried to make his words sound calm.

"Lord Death, spare me! I'm just doing this for someone else. You can't afford to offend today's guest; he's an important figure in America. You're making an enemy of America."

America?

Would Han Chuan You be afraid? This country, composed of a group of robbers, bandits, and fugitives, has committed countless atrocities and will inevitably come to blows with him sooner or later.

He withdrew his gaze and stopped wasting words with Kubo Maki. He hadn't made a move simply because he didn't want to leave those underage girls with psychological trauma.

The blade sliced ​​in, and Qingling's blade cut across the man's neck as easily as cutting butter, without the slightest resistance.

The trachea and aorta severed in silence, blood gushing from the incision. Kubo Maki's eyes widened, his lips opened and closed, but only his breath came out. Finally, with a muffled "bang," he was gone.

Han Chuanyou did not linger. His figure disappeared from the spot, vanished into the ground, and flew swiftly along the wall towards the Cangyue Agency on the eighth floor.

At this moment, the three American soldiers were getting impatient.

They couldn't wait to experience the taste of Japanese girls, to see if they were as sweet and full of youthful energy as in anime.

They heard that it was still clean and unopened, which made them even more eager.

Seeing this, Mori Shingo could only force a smile and continue to soothe the situation in broken English: "They say delicious food requires patience—our people just messaged that they're downstairs, I'll urge them again."

Upon hearing this, James's smile widened: "Very well, you know the consequences if you don't satisfy us."