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Park Bucheng sat in the corner of the café, his fingers gently tapping on the table, once, then again, the rhythm slow yet imbued with an unspoken sense of pressure. The text from Li Taizhu had arrived unexpectedly, forcing him to reconsider his plans for the night. Outside, the neon lights flickered erratically, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the glass, like a web hiding lethal intent, enveloping him within. The aroma of coffee wafted through the air, yet it did nothing to alleviate his inner tension and anxiety.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Li Taizhu's voice suddenly broke through from behind him, like a cool breeze in the night, carrying an almost imperceptible chill. She wore a black trench coat, the collar turned up high, obscuring much of her face and adding to her air of mystery. She seated herself gracefully, exuding an aura of mature femininity with every movement.
Park Bucheng squinted slightly, observing the woman before him with quiet scrutiny. He noticed her right index finger unconsciously tapping on the table, once, then again, as if keeping time to some unseen rhythm. This was her nervous habit; he understood that tonight’s meeting was not as relaxed as it appeared.
“Miss Li, calling me out this late must mean you have more than just coffee on your mind,” Park Bucheng remarked calmly, though there was an underlying sharpness to his tone.
“Blood Blade is about to make a move,” Li Taizhu stated bluntly, without any preamble. “They plan to launch a raid on Tai Chi Gang’s arms depot in three days.” She paused for effect, her gaze piercing as if she could see into his very soul. “I know you’ve gathered some intelligence already, but you might not be aware that they have infiltrated Tai Chi Gang’s inner circle—like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.”
A chill ran down Park Bucheng's spine; Blood Blade's actions were moving faster and more covertly than he had anticipated. He took a deep breath, striving to maintain his composure while keeping a serene smile on his face as if everything were under control. “So what? You tell me this because you want me to do something? Do you expect me to be your pawn for June Group’s little game?”
Li Taizhu flashed a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with subtle cunning. “We need someone who can control the situation—someone bold and strategic like you.” She pulled out a document from her bag and placed it gently on the table before sliding it toward Park Bucheng. “This contains detailed plans for Blood Blade’s operations, including all their strongholds and personnel configurations in Tai Chi District—even their internal communication methods are laid bare.”
Park Bucheng took the document and quickly scanned its contents. It was far more detailed than what he had previously known, even revealing several secret strongholds he had been unaware of. The value of this intelligence was immeasurable; it could give him a decisive advantage in upcoming operations. However, he knew that such a "gift" would come at a significant cost. “This generous offer surely isn’t free, is it? Miss Li, what exactly do you want from me?”
“Of course not,” Li Taizhu's smile became more alluring yet increasingly dangerous. “We hope you can give Blood Blade a ‘surprise’ at the right moment—one they will never forget. In return, June Group will provide you with support to solidify your position in Tai Chi District.”
At that moment, Park Bucheng's phone vibrated, shattering the delicate balance between them. It was a message from Yin Zehui: The conflict in East District has subsided but some interesting findings have emerged. Blood Blade seems to be deliberately testing Tai Chi Gang’s reaction time—like a hunter stalking its prey, closing in step by step.
Park Bucheng's gaze sharpened like a blade. He stood up and looked down at Li Taizhu with an icy demeanor. “Miss Li, thank you for your kindness. However…” He leaned closer and whispered into her ear with an edge of warning in his tone, “Next time you play with fire, remember to check the wind direction so you don’t get burned.”
Leaving the café, Park Bucheng drove directly to an abandoned factory. The night cloaked the earth in darkness; the factory's outline loomed ominously like a dormant beast waiting patiently for its prey. He retrieved a black backpack from the trunk containing his specialized gear: mini jammers, infrared night vision goggles, high-explosive grenades… each item capable of delivering lethal force.
As Park Bucheng approached the factory, he noticed that it was surrounded by at least three layers of security, with sentries stationed everywhere and vigilance at its peak. He let out a light chuckle, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. From his backpack, he retrieved a miniature jammer and gently pressed the switch. Instantly, all electronic devices around the factory malfunctioned, the alarm system fell silent, and the entire facility seemed to transform into an isolated island.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he slipped into the factory like a phantom. Under the faint moonlight, he spotted several soldiers in American uniforms instructing a group of men in black on tactical training. Their movements were sharp and coordinated, clearly indicating that they had undergone professional training and were not to be underestimated.
"Indeed, they are Americans," Park Bucheng observed from the shadows while activating his portable camera to record everything.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the night. Park Bucheng quickly concealed himself behind a container, holding his breath and remaining motionless. Several figures passed by him, whispering excitedly among themselves.
"The plan is ready; in three days, it will be the end for the Tai Chi Gang."
"Don't let your guard down. I heard that a formidable new figure has recently joined the Tai Chi Gang; they say he's quite ruthless."
"Hah, just a minor player. Not worth worrying about. Once we take down the arms depot, the entire Tai Chi District will be turned upside down. Who would dare oppose us then?"
A cold smile crept across Park Bucheng's lips as a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes. Silently, he left the factory and drove back to headquarters. On the way, he dialed Yin Zehui's number, his tone grave yet resolute.
"Old Yin, gather all the brothers. I have a spectacular show for them—one that could change the landscape of Tai Chi District!"
Upon returning to headquarters, Park Bucheng immediately convened an emergency meeting. He combined the intelligence he had received from Li Taizhu with his own discoveries at the factory and quickly devised a complete plan—a strategy of using others' strength against them to achieve victory amidst chaos.
"Blood Blade wants to play? Then let's give them a grand game," Park Bucheng declared as he stood before the projection screen, his gaze sharp like that of a hawk. "Since they want the arms depot, we will give them a 'surprise'—a 'surprise' they will never forget."
He opened a map and pointed to several key locations with a steady and decisive tone. "These are Blood Blade's strongholds; what we need to do is..."
Suddenly, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted his words, sounding like thunder. A subordinate rushed in, his face pale and his tone frantic. "Minister, it's bad! The vault in the West District has been attacked!"
Park Bucheng's gaze sharpened, an ominous premonition rising within him. "The Blood Blade's people?"
"No, it's... another group. They call themselves 'The Shadows'!"
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, a flicker of realization crossing his mind. It seemed this game was far more complicated than he had imagined; the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. He turned to look out at the night sky, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his lips.
"Interesting, this is getting more and more intriguing..."
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