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Park Bucheng stared in the direction where Wu Meiling's bodyguard had disappeared, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Damn it, what are these people up to? Just as he was about to follow, his phone suddenly vibrated.
"Come to my office immediately." Li Zhenghao's text was short and commanding.
With a sigh, Park Bucheng turned and headed toward the office. The night breeze dispersed the thin sweat on his forehead and the tension from earlier in the bar. Damn, this night felt like a roller coaster; his nerves were about to snap. What kind of trouble is Li Zhenghao stirring up at this hour? It better not be another thankless task, he thought to himself, quickening his pace.
As he pushed open the office door, a heavy scent of cigar smoke hit him, nearly making him cough. Li Zhenghao was lounging on a leather sofa, fiddling with a lighter. The flickering flame cast shadows on his ever-changing face, reminiscent of an actor on stage, full of unpredictable emotions.
"Sit." Li Zheng brother Hao stured to the chair across from him, his tone low yet authoritative.
Park Bucheng obediently sat down, feigning a look of trepidation. Inside, however, he was rapidly calculating what this old fox was really after. Is he planning to use me as cannon fodder?
"You’re quite clever," Li Zhenghao suddenly spoke up. "You know when to speak and when to keep quiet." He paused, his gaze piercing as if he could see right through Park's thoughts. "In this day and age, only the smart survive."
Park Bucheng lowered his head, not daring to respond. In moments like this, playing dumb was the best strategy. The more one says, the more mistakes one makes; less talk means fewer errors; silence is golden—wisdom from our ancestors that holds true.
"I have a task for you." Li Zhenghao extinguished his cigar, his eyes sharp as knives. "Lead a team to gather intelligence in Southern District."
Park's heart skipped a beat. Southern District? Isn’t that the competitor’s territory? This old fox wants me to walk into a death trap? Or is he testing my loyalty?
"Boss, I... I’m not sure I have the capability..." He deliberately stuttered, putting on an expression of difficulty while quickly analyzing the situation in his mind.
"Stop pretending in front of me!" Li Zhenghao sneered. "You did well back at the bar. Why are you acting like a coward now?"
Park's heart sank. Damn it, this old fox has seen right through me. It seems there’s no escaping this trip to Southern District.
"You’ll lead the team; Jingang and Li Meili will go with you," Li Zhenghao stated firmly. "I want to know what’s been happening in Southern District within three days."
Park Bucheng gritted his teeth silently. Jin Gang was known for being a brute, straightforward and brawny, but lacking in brains. Li Meili, on the other hand, was a scheming vixen, a femme fatale with a venomous heart. The combination of these two was like a ticking time bomb. Li Zhenghao was either playing with fire or looking to use them as pawns.
“Boss, about Jin Gang and Li Meili…” Park Bucheng tentatively began, hoping to suggest alternative choices.
“What? You’re being picky now?” Li Zhenghao shot him a sideways glance. “It’s them, and that’s final! They can either go or stay!”
With no choice left, Park Bucheng reluctantly agreed. “Understood,” he replied quietly, but in his mind, he was already plotting how to ensure his own safety during this perilous mission.
After leaving the office, Park Bucheng didn’t return to his room but headed straight for the training room. Since he was leading the infiltration into enemy territory, he needed to be fully prepared. He sat cross-legged and began to meditate on the Graceful Wave Steps.
As the night deepened and silence enveloped the surroundings, moonlight streamed through the window and draped over him like a thin veil. With each breath, an unusual sensation surged within him. The mantra of Graceful Wave Steps echoed in his mind, and his body felt as if it had become weightless, like a feather dancing in the wind.
“Damn, this feels amazing.” Park Bucheng opened his eyes with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. This Graceful Wave Steps truly was a life-saving skill.
Early the next morning, Jin Gang and Li Meili reported for duty. Jin Gang's muscular frame and the gold chain around his neck made him look like a nouveau riche; he was all brawn and no subtlety. Li Meili, clad in tight leather attire with striking red lips, exuded allure like a thorny rose.
“I heard you’re leading the team?” Jin Gang scoffed, looking him up and down. “With that little frame of yours?”
Li Meili crossed her arms and sneered, “What does the boss think? Letting a rookie take charge?”
Park Bucheng pretended not to hear them as he studied the map of Southern District intently, tracing secret routes with his fingers. These two would soon find out what they were in for.
“The plan is as follows,” he said while pointing at the map. “We’ll split into three teams. Jin Gang will charge in through the front door to create chaos and draw fire. Li Meili, you’ll go to the club to gather intelligence using your charm to seduce those hot-headed fools. I’ll infiltrate their Gang Stronghold to find key information.”
“Why do you get to go to Gang Stronghold?” Jin Gang glared at him. “That’s the most dangerous place!”
"This is clearly the safest spot," Li Meili complained, "Why should we take the risk while you sit back and enjoy yourself?"
Park Bucheng sighed. "Because I can do this." With that, his figure suddenly blurred, and in the next moment, he appeared behind the two of them. "Any more questions?"
Jingang and Li Meili stared in shock, speechless. This was just too bizarre.
As night fell, the operation began. Jingang indeed lived up to expectations, creating a commotion at the entrance of a nightclub in the Southern District. He threw punches and kicks, leaving the security guards crying for help. Li Meili was not idle either; with her stunning looks and alluring figure, she quickly slipped into the VIP area of the club. With drinks flowing, she managed to extract a lot of useful information.
Meanwhile, Park Bucheng utilized his Graceful Wave Steps, moving like a ghost through the shadows of the enemy's Gang Stronghold. Whenever patrols passed by, he floated away like a wisp of smoke, making not a sound.
"These useless fools," he mocked silently to himself. "They can't even spot a shadow."
Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed nearby. Park Bucheng quickly ducked into the darkness. He saw several men in black hurriedly passing by, clutching documents and looking tense.
"The plan is ready; we're just waiting for the boss's command."
"Heh heh, this time we must wipe out all those scum from the West District."
Park Bucheng's eyes narrowed. It seemed that the Southern District was planning to take action against the West District. Just as he prepared to follow them, he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck.
"Don't move." A cold voice whispered in his ear. "Who sent you?"
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