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Park Bucheng stood by the window, gazing out at the night sky, the smile on his lips gradually fading. The appearance of "the Shadow" had indeed caught him off guard, but it made the entire situation more interesting. He turned to face his subordinates, his gaze sharp and penetrating.
"Let's set aside the matter of the vault for now. The Shadow wouldn't act at this time unless they were well-prepared," Park Bucheng's voice was steady and powerful. "What matters most now is tomorrow's Gangster High-Level meeting."
Yin Zehui stood in the corner, his expression serious. "Minister, this meeting may not go smoothly. Li Zhenghao's side has already begun to stir."
Park Bucheng chuckled lightly, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes. "I know. But that's exactly what we need. Damn it, let these old fools see who the true master of Tai Chi is!"
Early the next morning, the atmosphere in the Taiji Gang Headquarters Building's conference room was so tense it felt like it could freeze over. The heads of various regions arrived one after another, each face showing varying degrees of vigilance and wariness, as if the air itself was thick with gunpowder.
Park Bucheng sat in his seat, calmly surveying everyone present. He noticed that Li Zhenghao's eyes flickered with barely concealed hostility, like a venomous snake ready to strike—cold and dangerous. Other High-Level members occasionally cast probing glances at him, seemingly assessing his strength and hidden cards.
"I believe everyone is already aware of last night's attack on the West District vault," Li Zhenghao spoke first, his tone aggressive. "Minister Park, what are your thoughts on this matter?"
Park Bucheng leisurely took a sip of tea, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. "It's simple; someone wants to take advantage of our internal conflicts to stir up trouble. However..." He paused, locking eyes with Li Zhenghao, his gaze sharp as a blade. "I am more concerned about Blood Blade's movements."
At these words, the tension in the conference room escalated suddenly, like a taut string ready to snap. Li Zhenghao's expression shifted slightly but quickly returned to calm; however, the cold smirk on his lips was hard to conceal.
"Blood Blade? They're just a bunch of rabble; why should we care?" Li Zhenghao scoffed.
"Is that so?" Park Bucheng suddenly stood up, pulling a USB drive from his pocket and inserting it into the projector. The screen displayed footage he had captured at an abandoned factory last night—American soldiers training black-clad figures, each movement radiating lethal intent.
"These 'rabble' have received training from the Ugly Nation Special Forces," Park Bucheng's voice was icy, like a chilling wind from hell. "In three days, they will launch an assault on our arms depot."
The conference room erupted in chaos. People were discussing fervently, as if a pot had boiled over. Li Zhenghao's expression changed completely; he suddenly stood up, pointing at Park Bucheng and shouting, "You're talking nonsense! This video is clearly fabricated!"
Unfazed, Park Bucheng pressed the play button, and the screen switched to another video. It was an audio recording of Blood Blade members discussing their raid plans. Although the sound was not loud, every word was clear enough to prove the video's authenticity.
"Is this evidence not real enough?" Park Bucheng scanned the room, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Or should I say, Minister Li Zhenghao, did you already know about this?"
Li Zhenghao's face turned pale instantly, like a blank sheet of paper, devoid of color. He instinctively took a step back, his right hand reaching for the gun at his waist.
At that critical moment, Park Bucheng vanished like a ghost. In the next second, he appeared behind Li Zhenghao and delivered a precise chop to the back of his neck. Before Li Zhenghao could draw his gun, he collapsed heavily to the ground with a muffled groan.
But Park Bucheng did not stop there. He grabbed Li Zhenghao by the collar and lifted him up effortlessly, like picking up a chick. "Since you want to play, I'll play along," he sneered, delivering a powerful punch to Li Zhenghao's stomach. Li Zhenghao doubled over in pain, letting out a cry of agony.
Park Bucheng continued to rain down punches, each one landing with force, leaving Li Zhenghao unable to fight back. The others in the conference room dared not make a sound; they could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded. They were intimidated by Park Bucheng's ruthless display of strength, filled with fear.
"I've always said that playing with fire can lead to getting burned," Park Bucheng looked down at the unconscious Li Zhenghao with a tone laced with sarcasm.
The entire conference room fell silent. Everyone was awestruck by Park Bucheng's display of power. They had never witnessed such clean and decisive skills; even Li Zhenghao's attempt to draw his gun had been thwarted.
"Gentlemen," Park Bucheng returned to his seat, his tone regaining its calmness, "the threat from Blood Blade is very real. We need to unite and face this crisis together."
The other high-level officials nodded in agreement. Their gazes toward Park Bucheng were filled not only with awe but also with newfound respect.
Seizing the moment, Park Bucheng began to rally support. He understood that only by gaining enough backing could he secure his position in this power struggle. "I know some of you have misunderstood my previous actions, but I assure you that everything I have done is for the future of Tai Chi."
Some of the High-Level officials who had originally been skeptical of Park Bucheng began to waver. They realized that in this time of crisis, only by uniting around Park Bucheng could they secure their positions and interests.
"As for Li Zhenghao..." Park Bucheng glanced at the man on the floor, "I suggest we lock him up and interrogate him thoroughly. Who knows, we might uncover more interesting things."
After the meeting, Park Bucheng stood by the window of his office, watching the endless flow of traffic outside. He knew that this game of power had only just begun. Blood Blade, the shadows, and those restless forces were all waiting for an opportunity.
But this time, he intended to make everyone understand who was truly in control of the game.
Just then, his phone vibrated unexpectedly. It was a text from an unknown number:
"An impressive performance, but do you really think you have everything under control?"
Park Bucheng's gaze sharpened as he read the ominous message. It seemed someone was already eager to stir up the next storm.
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