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Park Bucheng hung up the phone, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. The voice on the other end was all too familiar—Li Xuanwei, his elusive master. It seemed that his master had begun to take action. He quickly finished the remaining Kimchi Fried Rice, stood up, and left the eatery, disappearing into the bustling crowd of Seoul.
Under the night sky, Seoul was alive with flashing neon lights and the constant hum of traffic. Yet beneath this vibrant facade, dark currents were stirring, and a storm was brewing. The Taiji Gang Headquarters loomed in the city center like a slumbering giant. At that moment, in its heart—the conference room—the atmosphere was heavy with tension.
Smoke swirled in the air, mingling with the scent of nicotine and anxiety. The high-ranking members of the Tai Chi Gang had gathered here, their faces grim and brows furrowed as if a sword of Damocles hung precariously above them. Jin Da Yong, the leader of the Tai Chi Gang, a burly man with an imposing presence, sat at the head of the table. His hawk-like eyes scanned the room, searching for answers in their expressions.
"Damn it! These Chaebol dogs really think we’re pushovers!" Li Zhenghao, the leader of the West District, a hot-headed bald man, slammed his cigarette butt into the ashtray with a scowl.
"What good is complaining at a time like this?" another high-ranking member chided softly, anxiety and unease evident in his tone.
Just then, the conference room door swung open, and Park Bucheng walked in. He surveyed the room before gently placing a USB drive on the table. In that moment, the small device felt like a ticking bomb, instantly igniting the stifling atmosphere.
"Bosses, this is what I brought back from the Chaebol Gang Stronghold," Park Bucheng said calmly but with an undeniable authority that gradually quieted the restless crowd.
Jin Da Yong's sharp gaze fixed on the USB drive as he asked in a low voice, "What’s on it?" His tone was deep and laced with suppressed anger, like a lion ready to pounce.
"Evidence," Park Bucheng replied succinctly. "Evidence strong enough to take down the Chaebol."
At this declaration, chaos erupted in the conference room as everyone began to murmur among themselves.
Technicians immediately started working to connect the USB drive to a computer. The projector displayed its contents on the screen, heightening the tension in the room.
The first thing that appeared was a video. In a dimly lit room filled with smoke, several men in suits sat around a table. Their faces were obscured by haze, but their conversation made it clear—they were high-ranking members of the Taiji Consortium and government officials.
"These gangster scum are getting bolder by the day!" shouted a Chaebol high-ranking member with a fat head and big ears as he pounded his fist on the table, spitting as he spoke. "We need to show them who’s boss!"
"Exactly! They must be eradicated completely!" another government official chimed in. "I’ve arranged for media to continuously smear them and manipulate public opinion. Soon enough, people will be on our side, and we can strike without hesitation!"
As this segment of video played out, uproar filled the conference room; gangster high-ranking members were indignant and began cursing aloud.
"Those bastards! How dare they scheme against us!" Li Zhenghao roared, slamming his fist onto the table so hard that cups rattled.
"Calm down, Zhenghao!" Jin Da Yong said sternly. Though he too was seething with rage, he knew this was not the time to lose control.
Next, there was a large volume of emails and ledgers. The content of the emails revealed that the Chaebol had long controlled the economic lifeline of Taiji Nation through money laundering, bribery, and other means, manipulating the media to influence public opinion. The ledgers detailed every illegal transaction made by the Chaebol, with staggering amounts that were shocking to behold.
"Damn it! These bastards are nothing but parasites on the nation!" one High-Level member couldn't help but curse.
Park Bucheng stepped forward to the screen and pointed at one of the emails. "Everyone, pay attention to the date on this email."
The email was dated three months ago, right when the conflict between the Gangsters and the Chaebol had intensified.
"This indicates that the Chaebol had already planned to deal with us," Park Bucheng said coldly. "They set traps for us step by step, just waiting for us to jump in."
The Gangster High-Level members suddenly realized they had been played like pawns by the Chaebol.
"What should we do now?" Jin Da Yong looked at Park Bucheng, his eyes filled with anticipation. He knew this young man possessed extraordinary wisdom and courage; perhaps he could lead them out of this predicament.
Park Bucheng took a deep breath and slowly said, "We will use their own tactics against them."
He explained his counter-strategy in detail, including how to utilize evidence against the Chaebol, take proactive measures to expose their crimes to the media, garner public support, and exploit internal conflicts within the Chaebol to dismantle their power.
His plan was bold and meticulous, filled with risks but also brimming with hope.
The Gangster High-Level members listened with rising excitement and expressed their support.
"Alright! We'll do it your way!" Jin Da Yong slammed his hand on the table, his tone resolute. "This time, we will make the Chaebol pay!"
Park Bucheng smiled slightly; he knew he had made the right bet.
Soon after, the Gangsters began preparing for their counterattack in earnest. Park Bucheng was appointed as the overall commander of the operation, responsible for coordinating all forces to ensure a smooth execution.
Everything was proceeding according to plan; victory seemed to be tipping in favor of the Gangsters.
However, Park Bucheng felt a lingering unease in his heart. He knew that the Chaebol would never back down easily; they would surely retaliate.
He had to prepare for the worst in order to remain undefeated in the upcoming battle.
At that moment, his phone rang again.
It was Li Xuanwei calling.
“Disciple,” Li Xuanwei's voice remained deep, “you have done well, but what comes next is the true test.”
“I understand,” Park Bucheng replied firmly, “I am ready.”
“Good,” Li Xuanwei said. “Remember, act with stillness to counter movement, and strike first from behind.”
“Understood.” Park Bucheng hung up the phone, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes.
He knew that the real fight was just beginning.
He looked out the window; night had fallen, and the starry sky over Seoul seemed to foreshadow an impending storm.
This storm would sweep across the entire Taiji Nation, altering the fates of everyone.
And he would be at the center of this storm.
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