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Park Bucheng sat in the back seat of the fleeing car, wiping his face vigorously to remove the dust and blood, revealing a tired yet exhilarated smile. "Damn, that was thrilling! I almost didn't make it out alive." He licked his cracked lips, the echoes of last night's gunfire still ringing in his ears, the adrenaline rush lingering.
Cui Zhiyong glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his tone filled with concern. "Boss, the Chaebol is serious this time. We've suffered heavy losses, and the brothers..." His voice choked slightly, veins bulging on his hands gripping the steering wheel.
"I know," Park Bucheng interrupted him, his voice low and somber. "I will avenge our brothers! But now is not the time for rash actions. We can't match the Chaebol head-on; we need to find another way." He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white, cold light flashing in his eyes. Kim Tae-wook's arrogant grin haunted his mind like a thorn embedded in his heart.
He squinted, replaying the fierce battle from last night in his head. Kim Tae-wook's formidable martial arts were like an insurmountable mountain, making him realize that he could not defeat the Chaebol's vast power through brute force alone. He needed a breakthrough, a leverage point to pry open this behemoth. Finding their weakness was essential for a decisive strike.
Taking a deep breath, Park Bucheng turned to Li Meili, who sat in the passenger seat—a petite woman with sharp eyes. She was a newly recruited informant for Gangster, known for her extensive connections in both the underworld and legitimate circles. Today she wore a tight black leather outfit that accentuated her curvy figure, her fiery red curls adding an extra touch of wild beauty.
"Li Meili, are you sure about that secret trading spot you mentioned? Is it definitely linked to the Chaebol?" Park Bucheng's voice was deep and commanding, carrying an undeniable authority.
Li Meili turned to him with a charming smile, her lips painted bright red curling upwards to reveal white teeth. "Park Boss, when have my intel ever been wrong? That warehouse is definitely suspicious. I've seen the Chaebol's high-level members coming and going frequently, and it's heavily guarded—there's something fishy going on." As she spoke, she pulled out a photo from her pocket and handed it to Park Bucheng. "This is a picture I took secretly; look, this is Kim Jeong-hwan, the president of JK Group."
In the photo was a portly middle-aged man with a balding head sneaking out of the warehouse, an expression of tension and unease on his face.
Park Bucheng nodded, a glimmer of hope igniting within him. "Good! Tonight we’ll check it out. Zhiyong, get ready; we move tonight."
As night fell, Seoul was shrouded in darkness, streetlights casting a dim yellow glow that divided the streets into patches of light and shadow.
Park Bucheng and his team disguised themselves as garbage collectors, wearing dirty work uniforms and pushing trash carts as they lurked near the warehouse.
"Damn it, these bastards have tight security," Park Bucheng muttered from behind an abandoned car as he observed the situation at the warehouse. Guards were stationed every few meters around it, each armed and patrolling vigilantly while searchlights swept back and forth like beams of daylight illuminating everything around them.
"Boss, we can't just storm in; we need a plan," Cui Zhiyong whispered anxiously as he rubbed his hands together and glanced around nervously.
Park Bucheng squinted as an idea struck him. "COSPLAY! Zhiyong, go find some guard uniforms; we’ll blend in."
Cui Zhiyong paused for a moment before realizing what he meant and nodded quickly before disappearing into the night.
Before long, Cui Zhiyong returned, holding several sets of Guard uniforms. "Boss, it's done!"
After changing into the Guard attire, Park Bucheng adjusted his collar in the cracked rearview mirror and pressed down the brim of his hat to cover most of his face. He then swaggered toward the warehouse entrance with Cui Zhiyong and Li Meili.
"Stop! Password!" A burly Guard blocked their path, gun aimed at Park Bucheng, his tone icy.
Park Bucheng's eyes darted, and mimicking the Guard's tone, he casually blurted out a word: "Kimchi!"
"What the hell kind of password is that?" The Guard frowned in suspicion. "Today's password is barbecue!"
Before he could react, Park Bucheng sprang into action. With Graceful Wave Steps activated, he swiftly appeared before the Guard and delivered a precise strike to his neck. The Guard let out a muffled grunt and collapsed to the ground.
"Quick, get inside!" Park Bucheng hissed, and the three of them quickly slipped into the warehouse.
Inside, the lights were bright, illuminating the space like daylight.
A group of people was engaged in a transaction, with several Metal Boxes placed on the ground. The boxes were marked with Mysterious Symbols and filled with unknown items. The air was thick with a pungent Chemical Agent scent that made one cough involuntarily.
"Damn it, what is this?" Park Bucheng hid in the shadows, carefully observing the expressions and actions of both parties involved in the deal. One side was dressed in tailored suits, clearly members of a Chaebol, while the other wore bizarre outfits with painted faces, resembling natives from some tribe.
"Park Boss, look," Li Meili whispered, pointing at one of the boxes. "The symbol on that box belongs to JK Group!"
JK Group!
A jolt ran through Park Bucheng's mind. JK Group was the largest Chaebol in South Korea, wielding immense power and operating in both legal and illegal spheres; they were their sworn enemies.
Could it be that this place harbored JK Group's secrets?
At that moment, both parties involved in the transaction seemed to sense something unusual and began to look around warily. One of the men in a suit pointed at the shelf where Park Bucheng was hiding and shouted, "Who’s there? Come out!"
"This is bad, we've been discovered! Retreat!" Park Bucheng decisively turned and ran with the two others.
"Stop! Don’t run!" The warehouse was thrown into chaos as the guards pursued them, gunfire and shouts intertwining in a deafening cacophony.
Park Bucheng and his companions fought while retreating, using Graceful Wave Steps and Six Meridians Divine Sword to fend off their pursuers. The sword energy from Six Meridians Divine Sword crisscrossed, forcing the pursuers back, while Graceful Wave Steps allowed Park Bucheng to weave through the hail of bullets as if strolling leisurely.
"Damn it, this won't do; we need to find a way out," Park Bucheng thought as he dodged attacks and scanned his surroundings.
Suddenly, he spotted a row of ventilation ducts at the top of the warehouse, and an idea sparked in his mind.
"Zhi Yong, Mei Li, follow me!" he called out quietly, leading the two up into the ventilation ducts.
The pursuers quickly followed suit, climbing into the narrow ducts where gunfire echoed even more sharply.
Park Bucheng sneered and gathered his internal energy, striking the duct with his palm. "Boom!" A loud crash resounded as the duct broke apart, sending the pursuers screaming as they fell.
The three of them slid down the duct and quickly vanished into the night.
However, they were unaware that the transaction inside the warehouse was merely the tip of the iceberg. A larger conspiracy was brewing beneath the surface…
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