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Park Bucheng squinted, exhaling a puff of smoke. Damn it, these Chaebols really know how to enjoy themselves. The taste of nicotine filled the air, mingling with the scent of extravagant perfumes, making him feel a wave of nausea. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, as if trying to inhale all the foul air into his lungs before forcefully expelling it, hoping to release the pent-up frustration within him.
His infiltration of the Taiji Conglomerate Headquarters was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. The phone call from Li Zhenghao had stirred up ripples in the calm lake of his heart. The tremor in that voice, the hesitant implications, all hinted at danger and made him realize that the Chaebol's revenge would not be a simple assassination. Rather than waiting passively for disaster to strike, he decided to take the initiative and probe into these bastards' secrets, uncovering their hidden cards.
The Taiji Conglomerate Headquarters stood brightly lit, resembling daylight. This glaring light was blinding but failed to illuminate the darkness lurking behind the facade of opulence. Lavish parties filled with elegantly dressed guests exchanged toasts; champagne bubbles danced in crystal glasses, reflecting the hypocritical smiles of those present. This was no party; it was a gilded cage imprisoning souls lost in wealth and power.
Dressed in black stealth gear, Park Bucheng moved like a phantom through the ventilation ducts. Graceful Wave Steps, this long-lost lightness technique, was on full display beneath his feet. He glided effortlessly like a nimble cat in the confined space. Damn, this cold air from the air conditioning is intense. The chill seeped into his collar, causing him to shiver slightly; yet this coldness sharpened his senses.
He evaded infrared detectors and avoided surveillance cameras, silently penetrating deeper into the building. To him, the Chaebol's security system was laughably inadequate. These so-called technological barriers crumbled like paper before his exquisite martial arts skills. He moved like a gust of wind through the building, leaving no trace behind.
Arriving at an opulent conference room, he peered through a vent and clearly observed the scene inside. Chaebol high-level executives were seated around a massive round table, cigar smoke swirling around them, obscuring their greedy faces. They were conspiring about something, their voices low and hushed like a group of venomous snakes lurking in the shadows.
"Representative Li has been increasingly active lately; we must find a way to stop him," said a man with a fat head and big ears, anxiety lacing his tone. His plump face glistened with grease, resembling a well-fed pig still yearning for more.
"I've already arranged for someone to approach him. As long as he agrees to cooperate, we can give him everything he desires," replied another man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his tone carrying an undercurrent of threat. The cold and cunning gaze behind those glasses resembled that of a snake ready to strike.
"What if he refuses?" asked the fat-headed man, his corpulent body trembling slightly as fear crept into his voice.
"Then we'll make sure he never speaks again," said the Gold-Rimmed Glasses Man coldly, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. This intent was as sharp as an icy blade, sending chills down one's spine.
Damn it, these bastards are truly ruthless. Park Bucheng sneered softly as he recorded their conversation. This evidence would be enough to ruin them completely and bring them crashing down from their lofty pedestal.
He continued exploring within the building like a leopard stalking its prey in the dark. He discovered a hidden secret room with its entrance concealed behind an oil painting; without his keen observation skills, it would have been impossible to find.
The room was filled with various high-tech devices, and a massive server hummed ominously, resembling a slumbering giant. This server housed a wealth of data, including secret transaction records of the Chaebol, lists of political donations, and various unsavory dealings. These data were like a ticking time bomb, capable of destroying the entire Chaebol empire once detonated.
"Damn, this is a treasure," Park Bucheng thought as he copied the data, preparing to take it back for thorough examination. This information was his sword, capable of piercing through the Chaebol's facade and exposing their crimes.
Just then, he heard footsteps approaching—high heels clicking sharply against the floor, echoing in his heart. Someone was coming! He quickly ducked into a corner, holding his breath and remaining perfectly still, blending into the darkness.
A tall woman with exquisite makeup entered. It was Kim Soo-yeon, the public relations director of the Chaebol. She seemed to be searching for something, her face marked by anxiety and unease that her polished appearance could not conceal.
"Damn it, where are the documents?" she muttered to herself, her tone tinged with despair. Her voice trembled like a flower on the verge of wilting, losing its former vibrancy.
Park Bucheng felt a stir of curiosity. Was she also investigating the secrets of the Chaebol? This woman appeared glamorous on the outside but hid unknown secrets within. He decided to observe quietly and see what game she was playing.
Kim Soo-yeon rummaged through everything but found nothing. She sank down to the floor in despair, covering her face as tears streamed down. Her sobs were suppressed and painful, like an injured creature licking its wounds in the dark.
A flicker of sympathy arose in Park Bucheng's heart. Perhaps this woman was also a victim of the Chaebol, trapped in this gilded cage with no way out. He quietly slipped out of the room without alerting her. He did not want to get caught up in her turmoil; he had his own goals and mission.
He made his way to the top floor of the building, ready to leave. The night breeze brushed against his face, bringing a chill. At that moment, he unexpectedly encountered Li Mingzhe. Li Mingzhe was the head of the Taiji Consortium and Park Bucheng's ultimate target.
Their eyes locked, and a tense atmosphere enveloped them. A flicker of surprise crossed Li Mingzhe's eyes before he regained his composure. Dressed in a black suit, he appeared imposing and cold, like a lion poised to strike at any moment.
"I didn't expect you could infiltrate here," he said lightly, his tone laced with sarcasm. His voice was deep and magnetic but concealed an almost imperceptible hint of menace.
"I also didn't expect that the headquarters of the mighty Taiji Consortium would be so vulnerable," Park Bucheng retorted sharply, his tone dripping with disdain. His words cut like a blade—sharp and icy—aiming straight for Li Mingzhe's heart.
"Do you think you've won?" Li Mingzhe sneered, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes. He slowly pulled a handgun from his pocket, the dark muzzle aimed directly at Park Bucheng.
"Who will claim the deer is still uncertain," Park Bucheng replied, narrowing his eyes as a spark of brilliance flickered within them. He felt no fear from the threat of the gun; instead, he was filled with excitement, his blood boiling in his veins like a cheetah poised to catch its prey.
In an instant, he vanished into the night, his speed akin to a flash of lightning, impossible to capture.
Li Mingzhe watched the direction he had taken, a shadow of gloom passing through his eyes. This game had only just begun.
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