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The night enveloped Seoul, the neon lights flickering like enchanting phantoms.
In the distance, the wail of a police siren echoed, a response to the explosion at the Tai Chi Gang's armory and a retort to the provocation by Chaebol Kim Byung Won.
Park Bucheng stood on the rooftop of the Tai Chi Gang headquarters, the night breeze tousling his hair as his gaze remained as sharp as a blade.
Li Taizhu stood beside him, her face pale, but the glimmer in her eyes was not fear; it was determination.
"Are you sure you want to come with me?" Park Bucheng turned his head, his tone calm yet tinged with an imperceptible concern.
Li Taizhu took a deep breath. "My father is in your hands; I have no choice."
Park Bucheng chuckled softly. "Your father's safety depends on your performance. Don't forget, your current role is as my... partner."
"I know," Li Taizhu bit her lip, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
"Let's go!" With a command from Park Bucheng, he vanished into the night, leaving only a fleeting shadow behind.
Li Taizhu followed closely, her heart filled with unease, but she knew there was no turning back.
Their destination was a secret gang stronghold located on the outskirts of the city—a derelict factory. Intelligence indicated that Kim Byung Won would send someone here tonight for a clandestine meeting with the hostile gang leader to discuss their next moves. Park Bucheng's mission was to infiltrate the gang stronghold, gather intelligence, and ideally take them all down in one sweep.
The infiltration team was personally led by Park Bucheng. Besides Li Taizhu, there were several agile Tai Chi Gang members. Although these members lacked martial skills, their loyalty to Park Bucheng was unwavering; they were fearless and constituted his most trusted crew.
The night was pitch black, visibility reduced to nothing. The team moved silently under the cover of darkness toward the abandoned factory. Weeds grew wild around it, and the air was thick with the scent of rust.
"Brother Cheng, this creepy place gives me the chills," one of the younger members said, shrinking his neck and lowering his voice.
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh. "What are you afraid of? With me here, you’ll be fine."
The towering walls and stern sentinels created a heavily guarded fortress. The searchlight loomed like a giant's single eye, scanning everything around.
"Damn it, this is tougher than I imagined," another gang member muttered under his breath.
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Now this is interesting." He surveyed the surroundings, already formulating a plan in his mind.
In a flash, he moved like a ghost through the shadows, the exquisite footwork of Graceful Wave Steps allowing him to effortlessly evade the gaze of all the sentinels, like a wisp of spirit in the night.
The team members watched in awe. "Wow, Brother Cheng's movements are incredible! It's like he's a COS Monk, pulling off those eye-catching spinning kicks!"
Under Park Bucheng's leadership, the team stealthily infiltrated the Gang Stronghold.
They hid behind a pile of discarded machinery, observing the situation inside the stronghold.
The interior was brightly lit, with figures moving about and an atmosphere thick with tension. Kim Byung Won was absent; instead, a representative sent by a Chaebol—a burly middle-aged man with a sinister gaze—had arrived. Though not Kim Byung Won himself, this man exuded an aura of deep inner strength and was clearly a martial arts expert, radiating danger with every move.
A chill ran down Park Bucheng's spine. "It seems Kim Byung Won is serious this time."
The middle-aged man was engaged in a secret conversation with the Hostile Gang Leader. Their voices were low but still clear in the quiet factory.
"Kim Byung Won promised us that if we help him eliminate Park Bucheng, he'll give us control of the West District and fifty million in cash," the Hostile Leader said eagerly, rubbing his hands together.
"Hmph, can we really trust that old fox Kim Byung Won?" The middle-aged man scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"He has already paid us half of the deposit; the rest will be paid once the job is done," the Hostile Leader said hurriedly.
"That Park Bucheng is cunning and difficult to deal with," the middle-aged man frowned.
"Don't worry, we have dispatched our most elite assassins. This time, he won't escape," the Hostile Leader declared confidently.
Park Bucheng listened to their conversation clearly, a cold smile forming in his heart. "Want to kill me? It's not that easy!"
At that moment, one of the lackeys, nervous and clumsy, accidentally knocked over an empty oil drum.
"Clang!" The loud noise shattered the tranquility of the night.
"Who goes there?!" The middle-aged man and the Hostile Leader immediately became alert, springing to their feet and scanning their surroundings with piercing eyes.
"We've been exposed!" Li Taizhu's expression changed.
Park Bucheng's gaze turned icy. "Make your move!"
In a flash, he darted out like a cheetah.
The sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword surged forth like a torrential storm, instantly knocking down several guards. The guards barely had time to react before they collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.
The Hostile Leader and the middle-aged man also joined the fray. The middle-aged man possessed deep internal strength and formidable martial arts skills; his attacks were fierce and lethal. However, compared to Park Bucheng, he still fell short.
Park Bucheng unleashed the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, the gusts of his palm strikes howling like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, carrying an overwhelming momentum.
The middle-aged man was utterly unable to withstand the assault, staggering backward and spitting blood.
"Damn it, how is this kid so powerful?!" The middle-aged man was filled with shock, unable to comprehend that Park Bucheng's martial skills were so formidable.
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh. "Now you know, but it's too late!"
He struck the middle-aged man in the chest with a palm. The man let out a terrible scream, flying backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious and possibly lifeless.
Seeing this, the Hostile Leader was terrified, his soul nearly leaving his body as he turned to flee.
But Park Bucheng would not allow him to escape.
In a flash, he blocked the Hostile Leader's path.
"Trying to run? Did you ask for my permission?"
The Hostile Leader fell to his knees, trembling all over. "Please spare me! Have mercy, sir!"
Park Bucheng sneered. "Begging for mercy now? It's too late!"
With a single palm strike, he ended the Hostile Leader's life as easily as crushing an ant.
The battle concluded with astonishing speed.
Park Bucheng led his team members swiftly away from the Gang Stronghold.
They successfully obtained the intelligence and gave Kim Byung Won a harsh lesson.
Returning to the Tai Chi Gang headquarters, Park Bucheng handed the information to Li Taizhu. "Give this to your father."
Li Taizhu took the intelligence, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
She didn't know whether what she was doing was right or wrong.
But she knew there was no turning back now.
Park Bucheng stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the brightly lit city, his expression deep and contemplative.
He understood that this was just the beginning.
Kim Byung Won, our game has only just begun...
Suddenly, his phone rang.
A strange number.
"Hello?"
"Park Bucheng, you're impressive, but do you really think this will lead you to victory?" A cold voice came from the other end of the line...
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