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Park Bucheng leaned back against the van seat, closing his eyes to rest. Although tonight's operation had been thrilling, everything was under his control. Outside the window, the night of Seoul flowed by, neon lights flickering like the undercurrents hidden beneath his calm demeanor.
“Park Bucheng,” Jin Taishan cautiously observed Park Bucheng's expression through the rearview mirror and tentatively asked, “Where are we going next?”
Park Bucheng slowly opened his eyes, a glint flashing within them as if two sharp swords had cut through the dimness of the van. “We’re going to meet Choi Ji-ho.”
Jin Taishan gasped, nearly veering off course. “You mean Choi Ji-ho from the Taiji Consortium? Why do we need to see him? He’s…”
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Park Bucheng interrupted Jin Taishan, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Han Mi Na and Li Zhenghao are thorns in Choi Ji-ho’s side. We can use this opportunity to establish contact with the Taiji Consortium. This game has only just begun.”
The van drove deeper into the night, gradually disappearing into the intricate streets of Seoul. Park Bucheng gazed out at the fleeting scenery, calculating every step ahead. He was like a skilled chess player, strategizing from afar.
Suddenly, a sharp ringtone shattered the tranquility inside the van. Park Bucheng glanced at the unfamiliar number on the screen, his brow furrowing slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he answered the call.
“Park Bucheng,” came Han Mi Na's cold voice from the other end, sharp as an ice-forged blade piercing through the heart. “This is Han Mi Na.”
Park Bucheng chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in his tone. “Oh, Prosecutor Han, how did tonight’s operation go? Not catching me must be quite disappointing for you.”
“Don’t get too smug!” Han Mi Na replied through gritted teeth. “I will catch you! You can’t escape!”
“Is that so?” Park Bucheng’s tone was flippant, as if he didn’t take Han Mi Na’s threat seriously at all. “I’ll be waiting to see that. By the way, I’ve sent that ‘intimate’ video of you and Li Zhenghao to several media outlets. Tomorrow’s headlines will be quite spectacular; don’t you think?”
A cacophony of crashing sounds erupted from the other end of the line, followed by Han Mi Na's furious shout: “Park Bucheng! Just you wait!”
Beep beep beep...
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Park Bucheng's smile gradually faded, replaced by a cold expression. He turned to Jin Taishan and said in a low, firm voice, "Taishan, this game has only just begun."
Three days later, at the Seoul Prosecutor's Office.
Han Mi Na sat at her desk with a pale face, the computer screen in front of her flashing with reports from various media outlets. The glaring headlines felt like slaps across her face.
"Secret Meeting," "Gangster Collusion," "Power and Sex Trading"… These eye-catching phrases buzzed around her like a swarm of flies, stirring her frustration.
"Damn Park Bucheng!" Han Mi Na slammed her fist on the desk, causing the coffee cup to jump and brown liquid to splatter across the pristine white surface, leaving shocking stains behind.
Knock, knock, knock…
The sound of knocking broke through her anger. Han Mi Na took a deep breath, trying to calm the fire within her, and said in a low voice, "Come in."
Zhao Yuhang entered without any expression on his face, but his gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed directly on Han Mi Na.
"Prosecutor Han," his voice was cold and devoid of emotion, "can you explain these reports?"
Han Mi Na sprang to her feet, her tone agitated. "Prosecutor Zhao, these are all traps set by Park Bucheng! That video is taken out of context; my meeting with Li Zhenghao was for intelligence gathering—completely official business!"
Zhao Yuhang let out a cold laugh, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is that so? Then why didn't you report to me in advance? Why act in secret? Do you even see me as Chief Prosecutor Zhao anymore?"
Han Mi Na was momentarily speechless. She had intended to act alone to capture Park Bucheng quickly and solidify her position within the prosecutor's office, but instead, she had fallen into Park Bucheng's trap.
"Furthermore," Zhao Yuhang pressed on, his tone growing more severe, "you took it upon yourself to mobilize the Special Police Team for an arrest operation, which led to Park Bucheng's escape and caused a loss of face for the prosecution. How do you explain that?"
Han Mi Na gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm. "Prosecutor Zhao, I admit the operation was somewhat rushed, but I did it to capture Park Bucheng as quickly as possible. If you had informed me earlier that you also received news about him, we could have coordinated our actions."
Zhao Yuhang narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "Are you accusing me of withholding information?"
"That's not what I meant..." Han Mi Na hurriedly clarified. "I just think there may have been a communication issue between us."
"A communication issue?" Zhao Yuhang scoffed, interrupting her. "Or do you simply not regard me, Chief Prosecutor Zhao, at all?"
Their argument grew louder, drawing the attention of other prosecutors outside the office, who began to whisper among themselves.
At that moment, Zhao Yuhang's phone suddenly rang. He answered it, and his expression instantly turned serious.
"What? Are you sure? ... Alright, I understand."
Hanging up the phone, Zhao Yuhang's gaze locked onto Han Mi Na like a hawk eyeing its prey, his voice icy. "The intelligence department just informed me that someone saw you meeting with Li Zhenghao again the night before last. How do you explain this?"
Han Mi Na's eyes widened in shock as she shook her head in disbelief. "What? That's absolutely slander! I was at home all night!"
"We have surveillance footage as evidence," Zhao Yuhang stated coldly, leaving no room for doubt. "Han Mi Na, do you have anything else to say?"
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