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In the shadows of the abandoned factory, Park Bucheng squinted as he surveyed the heavily guarded Gang Stronghold, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. Damn it, these Chaebol bastards really know how to pick a spot, hiding their lair in such a hellish place. The air around him was thick with the scent of rust, mingled with the eerie fragrance of night-blooming flowers, stirring an inexplicable irritation within him.
"Li Meili, have you got the communications and surveillance set up?" Park Bucheng asked in a low voice, almost as if speaking to himself.
Li Meili, clad in tight black attire that accentuated her curves, gave an efficient "OK" gesture, a hint of pride in her tone. "All set. The surveillance room is now my private cinema. Want to catch a midnight show together?"
Park Bucheng nodded in satisfaction; as expected from the Gangster intelligence chief, her efficiency was impressive. "Park Ji Ming, you take charge of perimeter security. Report immediately if anything seems off. Don’t just stand there like a wooden post—stay sharp!"
The young Park Ji Ming responded with a serious expression and a military salute. "I will ensure the mission is completed!" With that, he vanished into the night with several subordinates, like ghosts blending into the darkness.
"Zhao Tianyu, how's the control over the internal personnel?" Park Bucheng turned his sharp gaze to the last member of their team.
Zhao Tianyu, an undercover soldier embedded within the Chaebol, stood out in his crisp suit against the surroundings. Adjusting his glasses, he replied calmly, "Everything is normal. I've already secured control over the internal personnel; they won’t interfere with our operation. They’re more docile than sheep right now."
"Good!" Park Bucheng took a deep breath, a chill rushing through him. "Let’s begin!"
According to plan, Li Meili would cut off surveillance and communications, Park Ji Ming would handle perimeter security, Zhao Tianyu would control internal personnel, and Park Bucheng would strike directly at the heart of the Gang Stronghold—the Intelligence Repository.
Park Bucheng moved like a shadow, slipping into the Gang Stronghold with ghostly agility. His Graceful Wave Steps allowed him to navigate the complex terrain effortlessly as he dodged patrolling Guards. He was like a black leopard weaving through a jungle of steel and concrete, silent and unseen.
Suddenly, two elite Chaebol bodyguards appeared ahead. Towering and armed with submachine guns, they vigilantly scanned their surroundings like two iron towers guarding the only path to the Intelligence Repository.
Park Bucheng smirked; did they really think they could stop him? He shifted again, instantly appearing behind them with such speed that not even an afterimage remained.
"What’s that?" One of the bodyguards sensed something amiss and spun around sharply. He felt a chill at his neck and instinctively raised his submachine gun.
However, what awaited him was Park Bucheng's fierce Tianshan Six Yang Palm. The palm wind howled, striking the two like a torrential storm. The scorching force of the palm instantly pierced through their armor, sending them flying.
"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled thuds echoed as the bodyguards collapsed to the ground, unconscious. They didn't even have time to scream before losing consciousness.
Park Bucheng continued forward, cutting through his enemies as if they were mere vegetables. The power in his palms was sometimes as fierce as a tiger, and at other times as gentle as a breeze, leaving others unable to predict his moves.
Just as he was about to reach the Intelligence Repository, an unexpected figure appeared before him—Kim Soo-yeon, the public relations director of the Chaebol and one of the heads of Gang Stronghold. She resembled a thorny rose, beautiful yet dangerous.
Dressed in a professional suit with impeccable makeup, Kim Soo-yeon showed no signs of panic; instead, she wore a playful smile. "Park Bucheng, I didn't expect you to actually come. I thought you were just a gangster who could only talk big."
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Park Bucheng squinted his eyes, a hint of mockery in his tone as he sized her up, his gaze filled with provocation.
"Scared?" Kim Soo-yeon chuckled lightly, her laughter tinged with disdain. "I'm just curious about what you intend to do. Do you really think you can overturn the entire Chaebol all by yourself?"
"I'm here to take something," Park Bucheng replied, his eyes fixed on the heavy steel door of the Intelligence Repository. That door seemed to symbolize the Chaebol's invincibility.
"You think you'll succeed?" A glint of coldness flashed in Kim Soo-yeon's eyes. She pressed a button in her hand, and alarms blared suddenly, putting the entire Gang Stronghold on high alert.
"Let's see if I can," Park Bucheng sneered, his figure flickering as he prepared to charge toward the Intelligence Repository. He knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.
However, at that moment, Kim Soo-yeon suddenly raised her hand to stop him. "Wait!"
Park Bucheng halted in his tracks, looking at her in confusion. "What do you mean? Are you trying to surrender?"
Kim Soo-yeon took a deep breath and slowly said, "I know what you want. I can give it to you, but you must agree to one condition." Her tone carried a hint of determination, as if she had made a significant decision.
Park Bucheng felt a stir in his heart; it seemed this woman had other plans. "What condition?" he asked warily, knowing that nothing good comes without a price.
She leaned closer and whispered, "Help me get rid of Li Zhenghao. That old bastard should have died long ago!" Her eyes were filled with flames of hatred, as if she wanted to burn Li Zhenghao to ashes.
A glimmer of intrigue flashed in Park Bucheng's eyes. Damn, this woman was indeed something else; she wanted to use him as a weapon. "Deal," he agreed without hesitation. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Kim Soo-yeon opened the door to the Intelligence Repository, and Park Bucheng stepped inside. The repository was filled with various documents and materials, resembling a maze of knowledge.
He quickly scanned through the contents and found what he was looking for—a document detailing the secret cooperation between the Chaebol and America. The revelations were even more shocking than he had anticipated, exposing the collusion between the Chaebol and America to manipulate the Taiji Nation's regime.
After securing the document, Park Bucheng turned to Kim Soo-yeon and said, "Pleasure doing business." He understood that this was just the beginning.
"Let's hope so," Kim Soo-yeon replied meaningfully. Her gaze was filled with complex emotions that were hard to decipher.
Park Bucheng left the Intelligence Repository and followed through with their plan to destroy the Gang Stronghold, then safely retreated with his team members. They moved like ghosts, appearing and disappearing without a trace.
However, shortly after they left, a figure emerged from the ruins of the abandoned factory.
Kim Tae-wook, a clone secretly cultivated by JK Group, coldly watched the departing vehicles, a chilling smile creeping across his lips. "Park Bucheng, the game has only just begun."
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