Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Park Bucheng looked at the meaningful text message on his phone, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth, like a lone wolf catching the scent of prey. This group was truly impatient, eager to stir up a new storm. He casually tossed his phone onto the desk and sank into the leather chair, his fingertips lightly tapping on the surface, creating a rhythmic sound. The recent events in the conference room had indeed drained a considerable amount of his energy. The Graceful Wave Steps combined with a knife-hand strike was a skill he had diligently practiced during his retreat; using it against these clowns felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
“Minister, Miss Li Taizhu is here to see you,” the secretary's voice broke the tranquility of the office.
Park Bucheng squinted; this young lady from June Group had arrived at just the right moment. “Please show her in.”
Li Taizhu entered the office, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the floor. Dressed in a well-tailored white suit that accentuated her elegant demeanor, she resembled a proud white swan. Yet, in her bright eyes flickered an imperceptible shrewdness, like a leopard lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment.
“Minister Park, that meeting was truly spectacular,” Li Taizhu said gracefully as she took her seat, her tone laced with teasing as if the tense meeting had merely been a light-hearted joke. “But aren’t you afraid of pushing Li Zhenghao too hard? A cornered dog will jump over the wall.”
Park Bucheng chuckled lightly, his laughter tinged with disdain. “Do you think I have a choice? The Blood Blade situation is urgent; I can’t just sit idly by.”
“So you chose to tear off the mask directly in the meeting?” Li Taizhu frowned slightly, her delicate fingers gently caressing her coffee cup. “That’s not your usual style; you’ve always been known for your cunning.”
“Sometimes, the most dangerous place is actually the safest,” Park Bucheng replied as he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling city below as if he were a deity controlling everything. “Miss Li, I assume your visit isn’t merely out of concern for my situation? I can see through your little schemes.”
Li Taizhu’s expression shifted slightly but quickly returned to calm, donning a perfect mask. “Indeed, June Group has encountered some troubles recently and needs Tai Chi’s assistance. We are old friends after all; it’s only natural to help each other.”
“Let me guess—America has been applying pressure?” Park Bucheng turned around, his gaze sharp as he fixed it on Li Taizhu like an eagle eyeing its prey.
Li Taizhu's pupils constricted slightly in surprise, but she maintained her composure. “How did you know? Are you clairvoyant?”
“It’s simple,” Park Bucheng said slowly, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Recently, America has been quite active in Taiji Nation—not just flexing its military muscles but also making covert economic moves. As one of Taiji Nation's largest chaebols, June Group naturally becomes a thorn in their side.”
Just then, the office door was violently kicked open with a loud bang that reverberated throughout the room. Three burly men dressed in black stormed in, their guns aimed directly at Park Bucheng, like three ferocious beasts ready to pounce on their prey.
“Sorry, Minister Park,” Li Taizhu said as she stood up, a smile of apology on her face. Yet, that smile was as chilling as a snake's flicking tongue. “I’m also left with no choice; please cooperate and don’t make this difficult for me.”
Park Bucheng remained unfazed, instead revealing a meaningful smile as if everything was under his control. “Are you sure you want to do this? Think carefully; this is no joke.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished from sight like a flash of lightning across the night sky. In the next moment, a fierce gust of wind struck one of the black-clad men in the chest with a dull thud. The man hadn’t even had time to pull the trigger before he was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily against the wall, blood spilling from his mouth, life hanging by a thread.
“Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms?!” Li Taizhu exclaimed in disbelief. She never expected Park Bucheng to use such legendary martial arts; it completely shattered her understanding.
The other two black-clad men immediately opened fire, gunshots echoing in the office like death's summons. But Park Bucheng moved like a ghost, weaving through the bullets with ease, as if taking a leisurely stroll. His movements were fluid and precise, embodying the essence of Graceful Wave Steps.
Bang! Bang! Two dull thuds sounded as the two remaining black-clad men fell to the ground like severed straw, powerless and unable to move. Park Bucheng stood there, his coat slightly billowing, his gaze cold and imposing like a Shura returned from hell, instilling fear in all who beheld him.
“Now we can have a proper conversation,” Park Bucheng said calmly to Li Taizhu, as if nothing had happened, as if the life-and-death struggle just moments ago had been nothing but an inconsequential joke.
Li Taizhu’s face turned pale, as if coated in thick makeup, devoid of color. She never imagined that Park Bucheng’s strength could be so terrifying. Those three were elite veterans from America Nation Special Forces and yet couldn’t withstand even three moves against him; this filled her with deep fear and despair.
“I... I just...” Li Taizhu’s voice trembled like leaves in the wind.
“I know,” Park Bucheng interrupted her with a hint of pity in his tone. “What are they using to threaten you? Your father’s assets in America? Or your brother’s studies at Harvard? They really will stop at nothing.”
Li Taizhu looked at Park Bucheng in shock, as if she were gazing upon a deity. “You... you know everything?”
"Otherwise, do you think I would let you meet me so easily? Do you really believe you have that much influence?" Park Bucheng revealed a meaningful smile. "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, just waiting for you to come to me."
At that moment, Park Bucheng's phone suddenly rang, the piercing ringtone shattering the oppressive atmosphere in the office. It was an urgent message from Yin Zehui:
"Minister, it's bad! Blood Blade has started to act! They launched an attack on the armory ahead of schedule! We’ve suffered heavy losses!"
Park Bucheng's gaze sharpened instantly, as sharp as a blade. "It seems someone can't wait to escalate things. Let's show them what I'm capable of."
He turned to Li Taizhu. "Miss Li, I’m giving you two choices. Either cooperate with me and we’ll join forces against the Americans, fighting back against these invaders together. Or..." His tone suddenly turned icy, like ancient ice, "I will release all the dirt on your father in America right now, ruining his reputation forever."
Li Taizhu bit her lip, a flicker of struggle crossing her eyes as she felt trapped like a cornered beast. Finally, she took a deep breath and made her decision: "I choose to trust you. I hope you won't let me down."
Park Bucheng nodded in satisfaction. "A very good choice; you won't regret it. Now, let’s go meet those uninvited guests and show them our strength."
He picked up his coat and was about to leave the office when he suddenly paused, as if recalling something important. "By the way, let me tell you some news. Your brother's roommate at Harvard is actually one of my people; I have been secretly protecting him all along."
Seeing the shock on Li Taizhu's face, Park Bucheng revealed an inscrutable smile before turning to leave, leaving only his imposing silhouette behind. This game had just begun; the real show was yet to come.
Comment 0 Comment Count