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As night fell over Seoul, the neon lights flickered like a giant beast cloaked in a glamorous exterior, concealing countless undercurrents beneath its surface.
Park Bucheng squinted as he surveyed the entrance of the underground casino before him. The dim yellow light cast shadows on his chiseled face, adding an air of cold severity.
The secret transaction information stored on his USB drive was like the fuse that would ignite this underground war, and he was the spark that would light it.
Tonight's mission allowed for no failure; only success was acceptable.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his sunglasses, and walked into the casino with steady steps.
The raucous music, the clamor of voices, and the acrid smell of smoke intertwined to create a decadent urban symphony.
Park Bucheng moved through the crowd with an unruffled demeanor, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, searching for his target—Kim Jeong-soo.
According to the intelligence provided by Li Taizhu, Kim Jeong-soo was one of the peripheral members of the chaebol, responsible for coordinating secret transactions.
Soon enough, Park Bucheng spotted Kim Jeong-soo in a corner.
He was engaged in a hushed conversation with several men in black, his expression tense as he frequently glanced around, seemingly on high alert.
Park Bucheng approached quietly, straining to catch snippets of their dialogue.
"Is everything ready?" Kim Jeong-soo asked in a lowered voice.
"All set, just waiting for your command," one of the men in black replied respectfully.
"Good. Once the transaction is complete, we’ll withdraw," Kim Jeong-soo nodded in satisfaction.
A cold smile crept across Park Bucheng's face; it seemed tonight would yield significant results.
He stealthily followed Kim Jeong-soo to a secluded corner of the casino.
Kim Jeong-soo pushed open an inconspicuous iron door and stepped inside.
Without a moment's hesitation, Park Bucheng followed closely behind.
Behind the iron door lay a narrow corridor, dimly lit, with a musty smell hanging in the air.
Park Bucheng held his breath, lightening his steps as he moved forward along the passage.
At the end of the corridor stood a heavy iron door equipped with an electronic lock.
Kim Jeong-soo entered the password, and the iron door slowly creaked open.
Park Bucheng swiftly slipped inside and quickly shut the door behind him.
This was a spacious underground warehouse, filled with various goods ranging from weapons and ammunition to illegal drugs.
Several men in black were busily moving cargo, seemingly unaware of Park Bucheng's arrival.
Park Bucheng surveyed his surroundings, secretly calculating how he could discreetly transfer these goods without drawing attention.
Suddenly, a clatter of metal broke the silence of the warehouse.
Startled, Park Bucheng turned towards the sound and saw a man clad in golden Sacred Armor slowly approaching from the depths of the warehouse.
Saint Seiya!
Park Bucheng's pupils contracted; he hadn't expected that the Chaebol would send a Saint Seiya to guard this secret trading post.
The Sacred Armor worn by Saint Seiya radiated a dazzling light, resembling a celestial being descending from the heavens, exuding an imposing presence.
Fully aware of Saint Seiya's formidable power, Park Bucheng dared not make any rash moves.
He held his breath and quietly concealed himself behind a pile of goods, observing Saint Seiya's actions.
Saint Seiya walked to the center of the warehouse and scanned his surroundings, seemingly sensing something amiss.
"Who’s sneaking around? Come out!" Saint Seiya commanded in a deep voice.
Park Bucheng felt a sinking sensation in his heart, realizing that he had been exposed.
He took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the cargo.
"Your eyes are sharp, my lord," Park Bucheng said calmly.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Saint Seiya's gaze was piercing, fixated on Park Bucheng.
"I am merely a passing traveler who has wandered into this place," Park Bucheng lied without flinching.
"Hmph! Don't think you can deceive me!" Saint Seiya snorted coldly. "Speak! Who sent you?"
"I told you, I am just a passing traveler," Park Bucheng replied in a steady tone.
"You're asking for death!" Saint Seiya shouted angrily, his figure flashing as he charged at Park Bucheng.
Park Bucheng did not dare to be careless and quickly employed the Graceful Wave Steps to evade Saint Seiya's attack.
Saint Seiya's speed was astonishing, his fists and feet like the wind, each strike deadly.
Though Park Bucheng was agile, he still found it somewhat challenging to keep up.
As he dodged, he searched for an opportunity to counterattack.
Suddenly, Saint Seiya landed a punch squarely on Park Bucheng's chest.
Park Bucheng let out a muffled groan and staggered back a few steps.
Saint Seiya pressed the advantage and charged forward again.
A glint of cold light flashed in Park Bucheng's eyes as he unleashed the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, meeting Saint Seiya head-on.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, both men staggered back a few steps.
Saint Seiya's expression changed slightly; he hadn't expected Park Bucheng's strength to be so formidable.
Seizing the opportunity, Park Bucheng executed the Graceful Wave Steps once more, creating distance between himself and Saint Seiya.
He knew that if he continued to fight head-on, he would definitely be no match for Saint Seiya.
He had to find a way to outsmart him.
As Park Bucheng dodged Saint Seiya's attacks, he observed his surroundings carefully.
Suddenly, he noticed some Oil Drums piled up in the corner of the warehouse.
An idea sparked in his mind.
Park Bucheng deliberately lured Saint Seiya closer to the Oil Drums.
Sure enough, Saint Seiya took the bait and chased after Park Bucheng until they reached the Oil Drums.
Park Bucheng seized the moment, unleashing the Six Meridians Divine Sword, sending a wave of sword energy that struck the Oil Drum.
"Boom!"
With a deafening explosion, the Oil Drum burst open, flames shooting into the sky.
Caught off guard, Saint Seiya was thrown back by the shockwave of the explosion.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Park Bucheng dashed out of the warehouse and slammed the iron door shut.
Inside, the fire grew increasingly fierce as Saint Seiya roared in fury, trapped within.
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.
He knew that the operation had already succeeded halfway tonight.
Next came the challenge of how to transfer the goods out.
Suddenly, a police siren wailed, growing louder as it approached.
Park Bucheng's expression changed slightly; it seemed the police had arrived.
He had to leave this place as quickly as possible.
He sprinted down the corridor and reached the casino.
Inside the casino, chaos reigned as people panicked and fled in all directions.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Park Bucheng slipped out of the casino and vanished into the night.
In the distance, flames soared into the sky, illuminating half of the night.
Park Bucheng watched the raging fire with a faint smirk on his lips.
This game had only just begun...
Meanwhile, several police cars screeched to a halt at the entrance of the casino.
A group of officers rushed inside, beginning to evacuate the crowd and extinguish the flames.
But Park Bucheng was already nowhere to be seen.
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