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Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Seoul glimmered with neon lights, resembling a vast spider web enveloping the city. Li Zhenghao stood before the window, swirling a glass filled with amber liquid in his hand, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Park Bucheng, did you think you had won? The game has only just begun.
Meanwhile, Park Bucheng returned to Gang Stronghold. The place was in disarray, the air thick with the acrid scent of blood that churned his stomach. Damn it, East District Gang! Those bastards! He gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. This debt will be settled! A subordinate stumbled over, clutching a bleeding arm, his face as pale as paper. "Brother Cheng, the others... they..." "What? Speak!" Park Bucheng barked, his voice trembling slightly with anger. The subordinate choked out through tears, "They're all... dead! Just a few of us left!" A chill shot through Park Bucheng's heart, creeping up from his feet to the top of his head. Dead? So many brothers gone overnight? He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Now was not the time for sorrow; he needed to survive first to seek revenge! "Notify all the brothers who can still move; grab your weapons and follow me!" Park Bucheng led the remaining few out of the blood-soaked Gang Stronghold, disappearing into the heavy night of Seoul.
The next day, Park Bucheng's phone buzzed; it was Li Zhenghao calling him to a meeting at headquarters. Damn it, that old fox—what's he plotting? Park Bucheng cursed inwardly but steeled himself to go. Li Zhenghao's office was lavish beyond belief. Genuine leather sofas, precious calligraphy and paintings, crystal chandeliers—all showcased his power. Li Zhenghao sat behind his desk, a cigar in hand, puffing clouds of smoke with an air of authority. "Bucheng, you've been performing well lately," Li Zhenghao said, squinting slightly, his tone inscrutable. Park Bucheng sneered inwardly; this old fox was putting on an act again. "Brother Hao is too kind; it's all thanks to the brothers' hard work." "Hmm, you handled the East District Gang situation well," Li Zhenghao flicked ash from his cigar and continued, "I've decided to promote you to Deputy Chief of West District." Park Bucheng's heart leaped—West District! That's a juicy piece of meat! But he maintained an indifferent facade: "Thank you for your support, Brother Hao." "Do well; West District will be in your hands from now on." Li Zhenghao gave him a meaningful look that felt like a sharp knife trying to pierce through him.
Leaving the office, Park Bucheng felt a mix of emotions. A promotion was good news but also meant greater responsibility and risk. West District had always been Li Zhenghao's thorn in his side; placing him there clearly aimed to push him into the spotlight. Damn it, he wants to make me cannon fodder! Park Bucheng cursed silently but realized he could only take one step at a time.
Back at West District, Park Bucheng immediately gathered his subordinates to announce his promotion. They congratulated him enthusiastically, but he keenly noticed that some of the veterans harbored resentment and jealousy in their eyes. Especially that guy named Choi Dong-wook; he had always been second-in-command in West District—strong and ambitious—Park Bucheng's rise undoubtedly cut off his path to promotion. "Brother Cheng, congratulations!" Choi Dong-wook said with a forced smile that dripped with insincerity. Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes at Choi Dong-wook; this guy would be trouble sooner or later. "From now on, we are all brothers; let's work hard together," Park Bucheng said lightly but with an undertone of warning as if declaring his authority.
In the following days, Park Bucheng began reorganizing West District—eliminating dissenters and solidifying his position. His decisive methods instilled both respect and fear among his subordinates. He also started recruiting new talent, particularly skilled individuals for his team; he knew West District was fraught with danger and without sufficient strength, one could not stand firm. One recruit named Kim Jeong-soo was particularly impressive—tall and robust—rumored to have been part of a special forces unit.
One night while studying maps in his office marked with various symbols indicating the power distribution in West District, someone knocked on the door. "Come in." It was Kim Jeong-soo. "Brother Cheng, I need to discuss something with you." Kim Jeong-soo's tone was hesitant as if he had something difficult to say. "What is it?" Park Bucheng set down the map and looked up at him. "I think our recent actions have been too aggressive," Kim Jeong-soo frowned and said. "If we keep this up, we'll soon attract attention from other gangsters and end up surrounded." Park Bucheng paused for a moment; he knew Kim Jeong-soo had a point. His recent actions had indeed been reckless but were necessary for solidifying his position against upcoming challenges. "I understand your concerns," Park Bucheng sighed, "but we don't have time for slow progress. Li Zhenghao won't give us much time; he would love for us to clash with other gangs so he can reap the benefits." Kim Jeong-soo wanted to say more but ultimately held back; he understood that Park Bucheng had made up his mind.
At that moment, Park Bucheng's phone rang sharply, breaking the silence in the office—it was Li Zhenghao calling. "Bucheng, I have an important task for you," Li Zhenghao's voice sounded serious without a hint of jest. "What task?" Park Bucheng felt a tightening in his chest; he sensed something ominous was coming. "I need you to assassinate a chaebol." The words sent shockwaves through Park Bucheng’s mind—assassinating a chaebol? That was an extremely dangerous mission; one misstep could lead to utter ruin. "Why me?" His voice came out hoarse. "Because I trust your abilities," Li Zhenghao replied flatly but with undeniable authority. Park Bucheng fell silent; he knew there was no room for refusal—this was both a test from Li Zhenghao and an opportunity for him to further solidify his position or perhaps fall into a trap.
"When do we act?" Park Bucheng's voice regained its calmness as if the earlier shock had merely been an illusion. "Tomorrow night," Li Zhenghao said before hanging up.
Park Bucheng set down his phone and fell into deep thought. Assassinating a chaebol was like handling a hot potato—failure would have dire consequences. He looked out the window into the deepening night that mirrored his troubled thoughts. He knew he was caught in a whirlpool from which there would be no escape. Tomorrow night awaited him with uncertainty ahead—but one thing was clear: no matter what happened, he had to survive! For himself and for those fallen brothers!
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