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The night grew deeper, and the rain fell heavier. The cold rain ruthlessly washed over the stronghold of the Tai Chi Gang on the outskirts of Seoul, cleansing away the tension and fear etched on the faces of every gangster. The air was thick with the stench of blood, mingling with the dampness of the rain, creating a nauseating atmosphere.
Suddenly, a series of gunshots rang out in the distance, shattering the night's tranquility. The sound was like the tolling of a death knell, striking at the hearts of everyone present.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The sharp alarm pierced through the night sky, and chaos erupted within the stronghold. Some ran in panic, others shouted in terror, while a few silently prayed for a miracle.
The assault from the chaebol came more fiercely and swiftly than anticipated. Hundreds of fully armed thugs surged towards the Tai Chi Gang's stronghold under the cover of armored vehicles, like a tide crashing against a shore. They were well-trained, marching in unison, exuding an aura of lethal intent as if they were demons from hell.
The outer defenses crumbled instantly under heavy fire. The makeshift fortifications fell apart like paper before overwhelming firepower.
The gangsters scrambled to respond but quickly found themselves at a disadvantage against the well-trained and well-equipped chaebol thugs. The weapons in their hands felt outdated and powerless.
Li Zhenghao raged in the command room, screaming hysterically, "Damn it! Hold your ground! Everyone hold your ground!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair, like a cornered beast fighting for its life.
Watching the rising casualty numbers filled Li Zhenghao with dread. He knew that if he didn't find a way to turn the tide soon, the Tai Chi Gang would be finished that night. Regret washed over him—regret for his greed and arrogance, regret for not heeding Park Bucheng's advice.
At that moment, Park Bucheng pushed open the door. There was no trace of panic on his face; his gaze was chillingly calm as if this bloody storm had nothing to do with him.
"Boss, now is not the time to panic. Give me command," Park Bucheng's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.
Li Zhenghao paused for a moment before seizing onto this lifeline and quickly nodded in agreement. He knew that only Park Bucheng could save the Tai Chi Gang now—and save himself.
Park Bucheng took command and quickly issued a series of orders. "Team One, hold the East Gate! Team Two, take position on the West side and use the terrain to launch guerrilla attacks! Team Three, follow me! We’re going to meet these so-called 'elite'!" His voice was steady and powerful, filled with confidence as if everything was under his control.
Leading Team Three, Park Bucheng arrived at the high ground of the stronghold. He squinted, observing the enemy's movements, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. "Kim Tae-wook, you finally made it."
Kim Tae-wook, accompanied by the elite troops of Chaebol, charged through the outer defenses with unstoppable momentum, advancing straight toward the heart of the stronghold. Dressed in a black suit, he appeared particularly ruthless, his eyes glinting with the flames of vengeance.
"Park Bucheng, your time is up!" Kim Tae-wook shouted furiously, raising his fist like a descending tiger as he led the elite Chaebol troops toward Park Bucheng.
Unfazed, Park Bucheng smirked slightly. "With such skills, you think you can kill me?" In a flash, he vanished from sight like a ghost.
In the next moment, Park Bucheng reappeared behind Kim Tae-wook and delivered a "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms" strike to Kim Tae-wook's back. Caught off guard, Kim Tae-wook was hit and sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out blood.
"Cough cough..." Kim Tae-wook coughed up blood, his eyes filled with shock. He hadn't expected Park Bucheng's martial arts to be so formidable.
Instead of pressing the attack, Park Bucheng turned to face the other Chaebol henchmen. "Who else wants to come up and die?" His voice was icy, carrying an overwhelming sense of intimidation.
The Chaebol henchmen exchanged glances, momentarily hesitant to advance. They were intimidated by Park Bucheng's aura, their hearts filled with fear.
Seizing the opportunity, Park Bucheng led his Gangster members in a counterattack. At times he fought like a monk with a spinning kick that sent enemies flying; at other times he channeled Bruce Lee, wielding nunchaku with ferocity that made enemies cry out in despair. His movements were elusive and his techniques exquisite; it was as if a war god had possessed him—no one could stand against him.
The morale of the Gangster members soared under Park Bucheng's leadership as they charged forward like tigers descending from a mountain, pushing back the Chaebol henchmen relentlessly.
Just then, a series of piercing gunshots rang out. Sofia, an American mercenary leading a heavy firepower unit, appeared on the battlefield. With her golden hair and fiery figure, she wielded a heavy machine gun in her hands, her eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty light.
“Park Bucheng, your game is over!” Sofia raised her Heavy Machine Gun and unleashed a hail of bullets towards Park Bucheng. The dense barrage rained down like a storm, turning everything around into a sieve.
Park Bucheng's expression changed as he quickly dodged. He knew he could no longer afford to linger in the fight.
He decisively ordered a retreat. “Everyone, follow me to break through!”
The members of the Gangster followed Park Bucheng through the rain of bullets, making their way toward the exit of the stronghold.
In the night, the sounds of gunfire, explosions, and cries of battle intertwined, creating a tragic war song.
The fate of the Tai Chi Gang hung in the balance at this moment.
Sofia watched as Park Bucheng fled, a cold smile creeping onto her lips. “Thinking you can escape? It won’t be that easy!” She raised her Heavy Machine Gun and aimed at Park Bucheng…
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