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The fingers adorned with bright red nail polish gently brushed against Park Bucheng's chin, her eyes shimmering with allure. "Collaboration? With me?" Park Bucheng scoffed, reversing his grip to seize her wrist. The pressure was light, yet it rendered her immobile. "Miss Li, it seems we have no foundation for any cooperation."
Li Taizhu winced in pain but maintained her seductive smile. "Mr. Park, why push me away so harshly? I know what you desire, and I can help you achieve it."
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the woman before him. "You know what I want? You know who I am?"
Li Taizhu leaned closer, her breath fragrant. "I know you want to bring down the Chaebol; I know you seek power. And I can help you realize all of that."
Park Bucheng shoved her away, his tone icy. "Miss Li, you overestimate yourself. Do you think I would trust you? Do you think I would collaborate with someone like you?"
Li Taizhu remained unfazed, merely chuckling softly. "Mr. Park, don't be so quick to judge. You may not believe me, but you should recognize that we share a common enemy."
Park Bucheng fell silent, simply watching her intently. Li Taizhu continued, "The greed of the Chaebol is something we both understand deeply. They control everything and toy with everyone's fate. You and I are merely their pawns. Instead of fighting each other, why not join forces to overthrow their rule?"
A flicker of intrigue sparked within Park Bucheng. What she said wasn’t entirely nonsense. The influence of the Chaebol was deeply entrenched; taking them on alone would indeed be challenging. If he could wield Li Taizhu as a weapon, perhaps he could strike faster at that old bastard Li Zhenghao.
"What do you propose for our collaboration?" Park Bucheng asked, his tone laced with caution as his fingers unconsciously tapped a rhythm on the table, echoing like a heartbeat or a thought process.
Li Taizhu's eyes glinted with cunning, reminiscent of a sly fox. "It's simple: we exchange intelligence and tackle the Chaebol together. I'll provide secrets from within the Chaebol, and you'll supply information about the Gangster. By combining our strengths, we can maximize our benefits, don’t you think?"
After a moment of contemplation, Park Bucheng nodded slowly. "Fine, I agree."
They exchanged knowing smiles, each harboring their own ulterior motives.
Back at the secret Gang Stronghold, Park Bucheng immediately began organizing the information he had stolen from the Political Banquet. This information was like a treasure trove filled with various incriminating evidence against the Chaebol: embezzlement, bribery, tax evasion, stock market manipulation, and illicit transactions… it was an overwhelming list! He meticulously categorized this data and selected the most impactful pieces to prepare for a phased media exposure.
He first contacted Kim Reporter, a woman who would stop at nothing for a story, known in the underworld as Jin Bu Dao. “Kim Reporter, how would you like to break a big story and make your name known worldwide?” Park Bucheng's voice was deep and magnetic.
On the other end of the line, Kim Reporter perked up immediately. “What big story? Tell me!”
Park Bucheng sent her the compiled information on several Chaebol scandals. “Take a look for yourself. Is it explosive enough?”
Kim Reporter quickly skimmed through the material, her breath quickening. “Holy crap! This... this is explosive news! Where did you get this?”
“Where it came from is none of your concern. Just make sure to expose this information. Once it's done, you’ll be rewarded handsomely,” Park Bucheng replied casually, as if discussing something trivial.
Although Kim Reporter loved money, she still had some professional ethics. “This news is too big; I need to verify its authenticity.”
“Do as you wish, but be quick about it. Don’t let anyone else scoop you,” Park Bucheng said before hanging up. He knew Kim Reporter wouldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
Li Zhenghao watched Park Bucheng's every move from the monitoring room, his face dark with anger. He never expected Park Bucheng would dare to betray him and collaborate with that venomous woman, Li Taizhu! He had underestimated Park Bucheng's audacity and overestimated his own control.
“Li Meili, keep a close watch on Park Bucheng. Report any movements immediately!” Li Zhenghao shouted into the phone.
“Yes, Chairman,” Li Meili replied in a cold, mechanical voice.
Meanwhile, Park Ji Ming also received orders from Li Zhenghao: “Park Ji Ming, take your men and eliminate Park Bucheng. Leave no trace!”
“Yes, Chairman,” Park Ji Ming said, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.
The next day, headlines across major media outlets were dominated by the Chaebol scandals. “Shocking Scandal! XX Conglomerate Accused of Embezzlement and Bribery!” “XX Conglomerate’s Tax Evasion Amounts to XXX Billion!” “XX Conglomerate Manipulating Stock Market for Huge Profits!” In an instant, public opinion erupted; citizens were outraged, and the image of the Chaebol plummeted along with its stock prices.
Li Zhenghao watched the news on television, nearly spitting blood in anger. "Damn Park Bucheng! Damn Li Taizhu!" he shouted, slamming the remote control onto the ground.
He knew he had to take action.
Park Bucheng had anticipated that Li Zhenghao would be driven to desperation, and he had prepared in advance, hiding in a secret Gang Stronghold. He understood that a fierce battle was inevitable.
Park Ji Ming surrounded the Gang Stronghold with his men, and an intense gunfight erupted. Park Bucheng, utilizing his Graceful Wave Steps, moved effortlessly through the hail of bullets like a ghost, leaving his enemies defenseless. He would suddenly appear behind them, using the Six Meridians Divine Sword to incapacitate them in an instant; at other times, he would leap into the air and come crashing down with a Great Strength Diamond Palm, sending enemies flying.
Watching his men fall one by one, Park Ji Ming was filled with dread. "What the hell is this monster?"
Park Bucheng sneered. "Monster? I'm no monster; I'm the King of Hell here to take your life!"
In a flash, he appeared before Park Ji Ming and struck him in the chest with a palm. Park Ji Ming screamed as he was sent flying against the wall, blood spilling from his mouth.
"You... you..." Park Ji Ming pointed at Park Bucheng, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"In your next life, make sure to be born into a good family!" Park Bucheng said coldly before turning to leave.
He knew that this war of public opinion had only just begun. The Chaebol's power was vast and would not fall easily. But he would not give up; he would continue to fight until he overthrew the Chaebol's rule and restored peace to Taiji Nation.
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