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Kim Tae-wook stood amidst the ruins, the night wind tugging at the edges of his clothing like a flag flapping in the breeze. He gazed in the direction where Park Bucheng and the others had disappeared, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Park Bucheng, do you think you've won? The game has only just begun."
In a luxurious hotel conference room on the top floor of Seoul's Gangnam District, the atmosphere was as tense as the calm before a storm. The crystal chandelier emitted a chilling glow, casting an oppressive halo over the mahogany conference table.
"Useless! A bunch of useless fools!" Li Mingzhe, the head of the Taiji Consortium, slammed his crystal glass onto the floor, shattering it into pieces that scattered like his current mood—fractured and chaotic. "Over a hundred people, well-equipped, and yet they were defeated by just a few! What good is it to have you worthless idiots?" He roared, spittle flying, his voice echoing harshly in the silent conference room.
"Calm down, Mingzhe," an elderly man with graying hair spoke slowly. He was Li Mingzhe's father and the founder of the Taiji Consortium. "Now is not the time to assign blame; our priority is to find a way to recover our losses."
"Dad, I can't swallow this!" Li Mingzhe's eyes burned with anger as he slammed his fist on the table. "That Park Bucheng is simply too arrogant! I will make him pay!"
"Where's the surveillance footage? Bring it up!" he shouted, his voice resembling that of a wounded beast filled with suppressed rage.
On a massive screen, the surveillance footage of Park Bucheng and his team attacking Gang Stronghold began to play. In the footage, Park Bucheng moved like a ghost, effortlessly taking down guards with swift and decisive actions. He was sometimes as light as a cat and at other times as fierce as a tiger; every strike was precise and lethal. His teammates coordinated seamlessly behind him, akin to a well-trained special forces unit, picking off enemies one by one.
"Graceful Wave Steps? Tianshan Six Yang Palm? Who exactly is this guy?" Li Mingzhe's face turned pale with fury as he clenched his fists tightly, knuckles turning white. He could hardly believe that an unknown thug possessed such formidable martial skills.
"The Gang Stronghold has been destroyed, and intelligence has been stolen; we have suffered significant losses," Kim Soo-yeon, the public relations director of the Chaebol, reported coldly. She elegantly adjusted her glasses, a flicker of cold light flashing behind the lenses. "Moreover, this incident has severely damaged our reputation."
"What does the police say?" Li Mingzhe pressed down his anger; he knew it wasn't time to lose his temper. The urgent task was to find solutions.
"The police have already begun their investigation, but they don't seem inclined to dig deeper," Yin Zehui, the protector of the Chaebol, said leisurely while fiddling with a lighter in his hand. The flickering flame mirrored his unpredictable thoughts. "I suspect there are individuals within the police department secretly aiding Park Bucheng."
"Hmph! A bunch of good-for-nothings!" Li Mingzhe snorted coldly. He understood what the police's attitude implied. There must be deeper layers of power struggles at play here; someone was deliberately targeting the Taiji Consortium.
"President, I suggest we immediately activate the B Plan and use all our resources to eliminate Park Bucheng and his accomplices!" Li Zhenghao, the leader of the West Side Gang, said fiercely. He rubbed his hands together, eager to act, as if he could already envision Park Bucheng kneeling in surrender.
"No, it's not the right time yet," Kim Soo-yeon calmly analyzed. "The police's involvement means that every move we make is under scrutiny. If we act rashly now, it will only backfire. Moreover, Park Bucheng is gaining notoriety; if we strike without caution, it could provoke a strong backlash from the public."
"What do you suggest we do then?" Li Zhenghao asked impatiently. He was an impulsive person who disliked dragging things out.
"We need to leverage public opinion," Kim Soo-yeon said, a glint of insight flashing in her eyes. "We can use the media to shift the blame for this incident onto other Gangsters, diverting public attention while simultaneously striking at our competitors."
Meanwhile, in a concealed basement in the northern district of Seoul, dimly lit, Park Bucheng was meticulously studying the intelligence he had stolen from the Chaebol Gang Stronghold. The documents were densely packed with information detailing various crimes committed by the Taiji Consortium, including smuggling, drug trafficking, and bribery of officials.
"Damn it, these bastards are ruthless," he muttered as he looked at the agreement regarding the secret collaboration between Chaebol and America. The content of this agreement was shocking; if exposed, it could trigger a political earthquake.
"What should we do next, Boss?" Li Meili asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement, seemingly eager to take action. "This intelligence is enough to put them behind bars!"
"Not so fast; let's see how they react first," Park Bucheng squinted his eyes, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. He knew this was just the first step; the real battle was only beginning.
He picked up a listening device and heard voices from a hotel conference room where Li Mingzhe and others were discussing their strategies. He listened intently to Kim Soo-yeon's proposed plan for a media campaign.
"Heh, you want to use public opinion? I'll play along," Park Bucheng sneered, aware that an information war was about to commence.
He quickly contacted several media outlets, anonymously leaking some intelligence and steering public opinion towards unfavorable aspects for the Chaebol. He even added some sensational details to make the news more eye-catching.
The next day, major media headlines were filled with negative news about the Taiji Consortium. Public outcry ensued, severely damaging the image of the Chaebol. The stock market plummeted, partners withdrew their investments, and the Taiji Consortium found itself in unprecedented crisis.
"Damn it! Who leaked the information?" Li Mingzhe fumed, realizing he had fallen into a trap but feeling utterly helpless.
"Park Bucheng, it must be Park Bucheng!" Li Zhenghao gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Park Bucheng to shreds.
"What do we do now?" Kim Soo-yeon asked, her voice tinged with panic. She hadn't anticipated Park Bucheng's counterattack would be so swift and effective.
"Activate the B Plan immediately!" A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Li Mingzhe's eyes; he knew there was no turning back now and that he had to go all in.
Park Bucheng looked at the newspaper in his hand, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Li Mingzhe, do you really think you can win against me like this? You underestimate me."
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Li Xuanwei, it's time to make your move."
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