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The distant sound of explosions made the glass hum and vibrate.
Li Taizhu's face turned pale; she knew it was coming from the direction of the Gang Armory.
Park Bucheng, however, remained calm, as if everything happening had nothing to do with him.
"Do you still have a choice now?" He turned to look at Li Taizhu, his gaze deep and penetrating, as if he could see through her very soul.
Li Taizhu took a deep breath and slowly said, "I choose... to cooperate."
A barely perceptible smile crept onto Park Bucheng's lips; he knew that Li Taizhu would ultimately make this choice.
"Very well," he replied coolly. "Then let us begin our counterattack."
At that moment, Kim Byung Won, the Chaebol Representative, sat leisurely in his opulent office, swirling half a glass of 1982 Lafite in his hand, a confident smile on his face. Outside the window, the night sky of Seoul sparkled like a magnificent galaxy. In his eyes, this thriving city would soon be at his feet. "Park Bucheng is just a clown; how dare he challenge me?" He chuckled disdainfully, taking a sip of red wine as if he could already foresee Park Bucheng's defeat.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Tai Chi Gang, the atmosphere was tense, like the calm before a storm. Park Bucheng stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the brightly lit city with eyes sharp as an eagle's. When the sound of explosions reached him, he didn't even furrow his brow, as if he had anticipated it all along. "Have they finally made their move?" he murmured to himself, a cold smirk forming on his lips. "Since you want to play, I'll play with you until the end!"
Intelligence flooded in like a tide, quickly converging before Park Bucheng. The Chaebol's plan became increasingly clear: unite with other families to first destroy the Tai Chi Gang's armory, then cut off their economic sources, and finally launch a full-scale assault to annihilate the Tai Chi Gang. Park Bucheng scoffed softly. "What a cliché tactic." He swiftly issued a series of commands like a general strategizing on a battlefield, placing each piece on the chessboard.
"Report! An elite enemy squad has entered our defense perimeter!" A subordinate rushed in to inform him.
"Damn it, they’re quicker than expected!" A glint of cold light flashed in Park Bucheng's eyes. "Notify the brothers to prepare for battle!"
The elite team dispatched by the Chaebol was battle-hardened and well-equipped. They infiltrated the headquarters of the Tai Chi Gang, moving through the corridors like ghosts, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Park Bucheng. However, they were unaware that they had stepped into a meticulously laid trap.
A gunshot shattered the tranquility of the night. Combat erupted in an instant.
Park Bucheng moved like a specter amidst the hail of bullets, the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword sweeping out like a tempest. The enemy's bullets couldn't even come close to him, instead being cut down by his fierce sword aura.
"What the hell is this martial arts?!" one mercenary shouted in terror, having never witnessed such bizarre skills.
Park Bucheng sneered, "This is the skill that will send you to hell!" With a flash of his sword light, the mercenary was instantly cleaved in two.
The battle ended with astonishing swiftness. The elite team of the Chaebol was completely annihilated, while Park Bucheng emerged almost unscathed.
When Kim Byung Won received the news, the wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor with a loud crash. His face turned ashen as he struggled to believe his ears. "How is this possible?! Our elite team has... has been wiped out?!"
Park Bucheng dialed Kim Byung Won's number, his tone icy. "Kim Byung Won, your game has only just begun."
Kim Byung Won roared back, "Park Bucheng! What do you want?!"
"What do I want? Heh," Park Bucheng chuckled coldly, "I want you to taste the bitterness of failure!"
Fuming with anger, Kim Byung Won hung up the phone, realizing he had kicked a hornet's nest this time.
Standing atop a high building, Park Bucheng looked down over Seoul, the night wind rustling his clothes. His eyes sparkled with determination as if he could already see the dawn of victory on the horizon.
He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Representative Li, the plan can begin..."
Kim Byung Won paced anxiously in his office, sensing that something bad was about to happen. Suddenly, the phone rang, and he grabbed it, but before he could speak, a cold voice came from the other end: "Kim Byung Won, your game is over."
Kim Byung Won's face changed dramatically. He turned sharply to look out the window and saw a helicopter slowly descending in the distance. A figure stepped down from the helicopter—it was Park Bucheng, holding an ancient-looking long sword that gleamed with a chilling light.
Fear filled Kim Byung Won's eyes as he trembled and asked, "What... what do you want?"
Park Bucheng sneered and slowly raised the long sword. "To send you... to hell."
In a flash of sword light, Kim Byung Won's head fell to the ground. Blood gushed forth, staining the entire office.
Park Bucheng stood beside Kim Byung Won's corpse, his gaze icy. He knew this was just the first step; he had more important matters to attend to.
He turned and left the office, disappearing into the night.
Li Taizhu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the distant flames with mixed emotions. She realized she had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex. At the center of this vortex was that seemingly ordinary yet unfathomable man—Park Bucheng. Taking a deep breath, a glimmer of determination flashed in her eyes. No matter what, she had to survive. For herself, and for... him.
As night deepened, Seoul's night sky was illuminated by the red glow of fire. The war between gangsters and chaebols had only just begun...
In the distance, police sirens grew louder and clearer…
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