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As night fell, in a secluded gangster stronghold on the outskirts of Seoul, the air was thick with the stench of blood, mingled with the acrid odor of sweat and dirt, making one feel nauseous. The bloodstained ground was littered with shell casings, broken weapon parts, and some unidentifiable severed limbs, all bearing witness to the brutal struggle that had just taken place.
The members of Park Bucheng's team were covered in dirt and grime, their clothes tattered and their bodies marked with wounds of varying severity. Li Shunjae had a long gash on his left arm, blood soaking through his sleeve. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his right hand tightly against the wound, his face pale and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Choi Ji-yeon was not much better off; a deep knife wound marred her arm, dried blood still visible and shocking against her pale skin. The others were similarly injured—some cradled their arms, while others limped—but each face bore an expression of exhilaration and pride from having survived, mixed with an unmistakable weariness.
"Damn it, that was a close call!" Li Shunjae exclaimed as he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath and still shaken. "Those Chaebol lackeys are ruthless! I almost didn't make it out alive!" He cursed again, "Those bastards really play dirty!"
Choi Ji-yeon leaned against the wall beside her, her head drooping in exhaustion. Taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, she whispered, "Yeah, if it weren't for Park Bucheng's quick thinking, we might have ended up as a pile of meat paste."
Park Bucheng scanned the group with sharp eyes and said in a low voice, "Everyone, pull yourselves together! Check your injuries and tally up the spoils!" His calm tone carried an undeniable authority that made everyone straighten up instinctively. He approached Li Shunjae, crouched down to examine his wound closely, frowning as he noted its depth. "This is serious; we need to treat it quickly to avoid infection."
The team members helped each other check their injuries while scavenging for loot from the fallen Chaebol pursuers. Handguns, daggers, bullets, cash… various items piled on the ground glinted coldly under the dim light. One member pulled out an oddly shaped dagger from a burly pursuer; its blade shimmered with an eerie blue light, clearly not an ordinary weapon. "Wow! This knife is something special!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Boss, look at this!"
Suddenly another team member shouted, "Boss! Come quick! What is this?"
Park Bucheng walked over to see the team member holding a metal box adorned with intricate patterns that resembled some sort of combination lock. The designs were complex and mysterious—like an ancient totem or a complicated mechanical diagram—dizzying to behold.
"Can't open it?" Park Bucheng asked.
"I tried; it doesn't work," the team member replied with a hint of frustration on his face. "The lock is too complicated for us to handle. This thing can't be some high-tech combination lock, can it?"
Park Bucheng squinted as he studied the patterns on the box closely. A thought struck him; he vaguely recalled similar designs appearing in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," specifically on a martial arts manual that Duan Yu had seen in Dali's Wuliang Mountain's Langhuan Blessed Land. Could this box be related to the Xiaoyao Sect?
Taking a deep breath, he slowly channeled his internal energy into his fingertips until they glowed faintly golden. Following the method from memory, he gently tapped on one inconspicuous node within the pattern on the box—seemingly a trigger point for some mechanism.
With a soft click, the combination lock on the box unexpectedly clicked open!
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise as they took in the scene.
"Boss, you're incredible!" Li Shunjae couldn't help but exclaim. "How did you manage to open this?"
Park Bucheng ignored the flattery from the crowd. He opened the box to reveal an encrypted file and a strange map. The map marked a location at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Seoul, heavily circled in red marker.
"An abandoned factory?" Park Bucheng furrowed his brow, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He felt that this factory was not ordinary; it surely concealed some secrets.
At that moment, a shadow silently appeared at the entrance of Gang Stronghold—an informant sent by Li Zhenghao. The informant was dressed in a tight black suit, with a mask covering his face except for his sharp eyes. His movements were swift and agile, clearly indicating he was a trained professional.
"Boss, here’s the information you requested," the informant said, handing Park Bucheng an envelope that bore no markings, adding to its mystery.
Park Bucheng opened the envelope to find a note written in elegant script: "Abandoned factory, New Weapon, America Nation Forces."
"New Weapon? America Nation Forces?" Park Bucheng's heart raced as he realized he had unwittingly become embroiled in a larger conspiracy. This was no longer just a conflict between gangsters; it involved national security and even complex international relations.
While Park Bucheng pondered his next move, Li Zhenghao entered with several trusted aides. His expression was dark, and suspicion flickered in his eyes, suggesting he was displeased with Park Bucheng's recent actions.
"Park Bucheng, your actions seem to have exceeded my expectations," Li Zhenghao said coldly. "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Why did you clash with people from the Chaebol? Do you realize this could cause us significant trouble?"
Park Bucheng had anticipated Li Zhenghao's reprimand. Taking a deep breath, he handed over the documents and map, calmly stating, "Boss, take a look for yourself. I believe these will explain everything."
Li Zhenghao took the documents and map, scrutinizing them closely. His expression grew increasingly serious as he furrowed his brow, scanning the contents as if deep in thought.
“New Weapon? America Nation Forces?” Li Zhenghao murmured, a flicker of shock crossing his eyes. “This is no small matter! If this is true, the consequences could be unimaginable!”
“Boss, I think we need to investigate this matter thoroughly and quickly,” Park Bucheng said in a serious tone. “If the Chaebol is indeed developing a New Weapon and colluding with the America Nation Forces, it poses a tremendous threat to our country and even the entire world!”
Li Zhenghao nodded, a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. “You’re right. I’ll leave this matter to you. I hope you can uncover the truth as soon as possible and bring those responsible to justice!”
Park Bucheng felt a surge of joy; he knew he had successfully earned Li Zhenghao’s trust. This was a rare opportunity for him to further elevate his status and influence.
“Boss, I need some manpower and equipment,” Park Bucheng said. “The opponent this time is formidable, and I need to be fully prepared.”
“Not a problem,” Li Zhenghao replied readily. “Whatever you need, just ask. I will fully support your actions!”
At that moment, a tall figure appeared at the door—it was Jin Da Yong, the leader of the Tai Chi Gang. He was imposing, with a commanding presence, and wore a smile that hinted at deeper meanings.
“I heard you’ve accomplished something significant this time,” Jin Da Yong said with a grin. “Impressive work indeed. Park Bucheng, your abilities are growing stronger; you’re even daring to provoke the Chaebol.”
His gaze fell on Park Bucheng, revealing a barely perceptible hint of wariness. Although he appeared to be praising Park Bucheng, there was an undercurrent of jealousy in his tone, as if he felt uneasy about Park Bucheng’s rise.
Park Bucheng smiled slightly but remained vigilant in his heart. He understood that Jin Da Yong’s appearance was no coincidence; this old fox surely had ulterior motives.
“Abandoned factory, New Weapon, America Nation Forces…” Park Bucheng silently repeated these keywords in his mind. He knew that a greater storm was about to arrive, and he had to be fully prepared to face this challenge.
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