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Park Bucheng clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white as they cracked ominously, silently protesting against the injustice of fate. Li Zhenghao's orders buzzed in his ears like a death knell, each word piercing his nerves like a sharp knife. Assassinate a Chaebol? That old fox is ruthless! He narrowed his eyes, the hypocritical smile of Li Zhenghao flashing in his mind, and he couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Damn it, he wants to use me as cannon fodder! Taking a deep breath, he struggled to suppress the rising tide of frustration in his chest. This was not the time for complaints; he needed to think about how to survive first. He stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the brightly lit Seoul, lost in thought. The bustling city felt like a massive cage to him, trapping him within its confines. The West District, once a tempting piece of meat, had now become a hot potato for him. He had to establish his footing quickly if he wanted to face the challenges ahead and survive in this ruthless gangster world.
Knock, knock, knock! The sound of knocking interrupted his thoughts and pulled him back to reality.
"Come in."
Kim Jeong-soo pushed the door open, his face bearing a serious expression that starkly contrasted with his usual lighthearted demeanor.
"Brother Cheng, several bosses from the West District want to invite you to dinner tonight."
Upon hearing this, Park Bucheng raised an eyebrow and smirked internally. A banquet with hidden motives? He was all too familiar with such tricks; these old foxes could hardly wait to test him.
"Sure, let's go. Am I supposed to be afraid of them?" A glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as a playful smile crept onto his lips, resembling a beast ready to hunt, exuding an air of danger.
That evening, Park Bucheng arrived at the designated restaurant with Kim Jeong-soo. As soon as they stepped into the private room, an air of extravagance enveloped them; crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light that reflected off the mahogany furniture, creating an almost blinding effect. Several bosses from the West District had been waiting for some time, all dressed in suits that could not conceal the ferocity emanating from them. Choi Dong-wook sat at the head of the table, swirling a wine glass in hand while wearing a hypocritical smile that made him resemble a wolf in sheep's clothing, waiting for prey to fall into his trap.
"Brother Cheng, you finally made it; we've been waiting for you for half a day," Choi Dong-wook said with a hint of flattery in his voice that sent chills down one's spine.
Park Bucheng scanned the room and smirked inwardly. These old foxes were up to no good. He took a seat at the empty spot and picked up a wine glass, smiling faintly as if he were completely unconcerned about the danger before him.
"My apologies for being late; I appreciate your patience," he said calmly, though there was an imperceptible sharpness in his tone.
"Not at all; Brother Cheng is busy with important matters—we understand," Choi Dong-wook replied with a forced smile as he raised his glass. "Come on, Brother Cheng; let me toast you."
Park Bucheng lifted his glass and clinked it against Choi Dong-wook's before downing it in one go. The spicy liquor slid down his throat but did nothing to dispel the chill within him.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes had been served, Choi Dong-wook finally revealed his true intentions.
"Brother Cheng, I heard that brother Hao sent you to assassinate a Chaebol?" His tone seemed casual but was laced with hidden danger.
Park Bucheng put down his chopsticks, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Choi Dong-wook, his gaze sharp as a blade. "What? Do you have something to say?"
Choi Dong-wook chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. "Not at all, just thought Brother Cheng was taking on too much. A dangerous task like this should be shared among us brothers."
Park Bucheng sneered. "No need for that. I can handle it myself."
"Brother Cheng, don’t be stubborn. Assassinating a Chaebol is no joke; if it fails, the consequences could be dire," another leader chimed in, his tone dripping with feigned concern.
Park Bucheng looked at their hypocritical faces, filled with disgust. These guys clearly wanted to see him fail, to see him dead!
"My affairs are none of your business," he said coldly, without a hint of politeness.
"Brother Cheng, we're only looking out for you. Don't be ungrateful," Choi Dong-wook's expression darkened, and his tone turned firm.
With a loud clap, Park Bucheng slammed his chopsticks on the table and stood up, an overwhelming aura radiating from him that left everyone breathless. "My matters are not for you to meddle in!" His eyes were fierce as he surveyed the room, like a king looking down on his subjects.
The sudden intensity of his presence stunned everyone into silence.
"That's enough for tonight; I'm leaving," Park Bucheng declared before turning and striding out of the private room without hesitation.
Kim Jeong-soo followed closely behind, not uttering a word. He knew tonight's events were far from over.
Once outside the restaurant, Kim Jeong-soo couldn't help but ask, "Brother Cheng, are we just leaving like this?"
Park Bucheng scoffed. "What else? Should we start a fight with them? Engaging here would only play into their hands."
"But..."
"No buts. We’ll deal with these guys sooner or later." A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Park Bucheng's eyes as his tone turned icy as frost.
Returning to the base, Park Bucheng immediately began preparing for the assassination mission. He knew that this task was of utmost importance and required extreme caution. He meticulously studied the information on the Target Person and the surrounding environment, devising a comprehensive plan. He rehearsed each step repeatedly, striving for perfection. He understood that this mission not only concerned his life but also determined his standing in the world of Gangsters.
That night, Park Bucheng donned a black stealth outfit and silently infiltrated the Target Person's villa. The darkness enveloped him, concealing both his figure and the unease in his heart. Utilizing the Graceful Wave Steps, he navigated through the villa with ease, evading the guards' patrols. His movements were as light as a swallow, as if he had merged with the night.
He arrived at the Target Person's bedroom and found them asleep. Raising his dagger, he was about to strike when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. This is bad! Someone is coming! He quickly hid behind the curtains, holding his breath as his heart raced like a drum.
A figure in black entered the room and approached the bed, whispering, "Boss, everything is ready."
The Target Person opened their eyes, a glint of malice flashing within. "Good, when Park Bucheng arrives, we strike."
Upon hearing this, Park Bucheng's heart sank. Damn it! This is a trap! He tightened his grip on the dagger, a hint of murderous intent gleaming in his eyes. It seemed tonight would be a night of bloodshed!
Just then, a commotion erupted outside.
"What’s going on?" the Target Person asked warily.
"Report to the boss, Park Bucheng is here!"
Hearing this, the Target Person smirked coldly. "Good, let him in!"
Damn it, I'm surrounded! Park Bucheng cursed inwardly; it seemed tonight would lead to a fierce battle.
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