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As night fell, the neon lights of Seoul flickered.
Park Bucheng stood atop the Taiji Conglomerate Headquarters, the night wind howling around him, causing his black tactical outfit to flap. Damn, he almost met his end here. He recalled the brief confrontation with Li Mingzhe, his heart still pounding. That old fox had a gun on him. It seemed the power of the chaebol was greater than he had imagined. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his nerves. His mission was accomplished; it was time to leave.
He leaped into the air like an owl, disappearing into the vast night. The Graceful Wave Steps truly were a lifesaver. Following the original plan, he arrived at the agreed-upon location—a 24-hour convenience store—where he was to meet his informant. Under the dim streetlight stood a short man wearing a baseball cap that obscured most of his face, pacing anxiously back and forth. Upon spotting Park Bucheng, he hurried over.
“Did you get the stuff?” the informant asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with nervousness, like a startled rabbit.
Park Bucheng handed him the USB drive, speaking casually, “Of course. Don’t you know who I am?”
The informant took the USB drive and let out a sigh of relief. “Great! I’ll take this straight to Boss Li. I really owe you one this time; otherwise…”
“Cut the chatter,” Park Bucheng interrupted impatiently. “Be careful not to get caught. If this falls into chaebol hands, we’re both done for.”
The informant nodded and vanished into the crowd like a flash of black lightning. Park Bucheng watched his retreating figure with a cold smile. This game had only just begun.
Prior to this moment, Park Bucheng had successfully infiltrated a secret banquet hosted by the Taiji Consortium based on clues provided by Li Zhenghao. The opulent banquet hall was filled with laughter and chatter as chaebol high-level executives mingled, seemingly in control of the world. Disguised as a waiter, Park Bucheng moved through the crowd discreetly gathering intelligence. He discovered that the chaebol high-level executives were conspiring with a congressman named Zheng Yuzhe to suppress gangsters through political means.
“The recent surge in gangster activities is seriously affecting public safety,” Zheng Yuzhe reported solemnly to Li Mingzhe. “The government has decided to take strong measures to eradicate these social cancers.”
Li Mingzhe took a sip of red wine, a cold smile creeping across his lips. “This is just the first step. Our ultimate goal is to eliminate all forces that threaten Taiji Group.”
Park Bucheng scoffed inwardly at these well-dressed beasts who sought to use the government to eliminate their rivals. He continued observing and unexpectedly noticed that Zheng Yuzhe wore accessories identical to those he had seen earlier at Li Zhenghao's place—an undeniable proof of chaebol manipulation over politicians. He needed to gather more evidence.
At that moment, a burly man with piercing eyes set his sights on Park Bucheng. The killer's instincts told him that this waiter was trouble. A chill ran down Park Bucheng's spine; he knew he had been exposed. He had to leave immediately.
The killer closed in swiftly, and Park Bucheng dodged, weaving through the crowd like a ghost. With the Graceful Wave Steps, he maneuvered effortlessly in the tight space. The killer pursued relentlessly, drawing a handgun and firing several shots at Park Bucheng. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunfire echoed through the banquet hall, causing chaos.
Park Bucheng ducked and dodged, evading the bullets while flicking his fingers. The sword energy of the Shangyang Sword shot out, striking the killer's wrist. The killer let out a scream as his handgun fell to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Park Bucheng grabbed the gun and fired back, hitting the killer in the shoulder. The killer collapsed to the floor, groaning in pain.
The banquet hall erupted into pandemonium as guests screamed and fled in all directions. Amidst the chaos, Park Bucheng slipped into a corner and handed over the stolen USB drive to an informant who had been waiting there. He patted the informant on the shoulder and whispered, "Let's go!"
The informant took the USB drive and quickly vanished into the crowd. Park Bucheng blended in with the throng, silently exiting the banquet hall.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Li Zhenghao's number. "Hey, boss, I've got it," he said casually, as if he had just completed a trivial task.
On the other end of the line, Li Zhenghao's excited voice came through: "Really? That's great! You’re truly my lucky star!"
Park Bucheng chuckled softly. "Boss, don't celebrate too early; this is just step one."
"What’s our next move?" Li Zhenghao asked, a hint of anticipation in his tone.
"Next, we make those Chaebol bastards pay," Park Bucheng said with narrowed eyes, a glint of coldness flashing within them.
Li Zhenghao fell silent for a moment before responding firmly, "Alright, I’m with you."
After hanging up, Park Bucheng looked up at the sky. The night sky was dotted with stars, shining like diamonds. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool night breeze. He was determined to win this battle.
Returning to his residence, Park Bucheng turned on his computer and began analyzing the data he had stolen from the Chaebol headquarters. The sheer volume of information was overwhelming and complex, involving both political and business sectors, with even a hint of America's involvement. These Chaebol were indeed formidable. They not only controlled the economic lifeline of Taiji Nation but also manipulated political power behind the scenes, colluding with America to betray national interests. Damn, how utterly shameless.
As he delved deeper into the analysis, he discovered a close relationship between the Chaebol and a congressman named Zheng Yuzhe. Zheng Yuzhe, a rising political star in Taiji Nation, was young and talented, beloved by the public. To his surprise, he was nothing more than a puppet of the Chaebol. This revelation only strengthened his resolve to bring down the Chaebol. He compiled evidence of Zheng Yuzhe's collusion with them, preparing to expose it to the media. He wanted the world to see how dirty the dealings were behind these seemingly glamorous politicians. He intended for these Chaebol to be disgraced and pay the price they deserved.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. He cautiously opened it to find a tall woman with exquisite makeup standing outside. It was Li Taizhu.
"What brings you here?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his tone.
Li Taizhu smiled sweetly, her voice soft: "What, am I not welcome?"
She stepped into the room, her gaze alluring and slightly provocative. Park Bucheng frowned, a sense of wariness creeping in. What was this woman up to?
"Is there something you need?" he replied coolly, not wanting to engage in unnecessary conversation.
Li Taizhu moved closer behind him, her delicate hand resting on his shoulder as she spoke in an ambiguous tone: "Of course there is; I want to discuss a partnership with you."
A partnership? Park Bucheng scoffed inwardly. This woman actually wanted to collaborate with him? What could her true intentions be?
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