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The dense bullets whistled by, exploding into clouds of concrete debris around Park Bucheng. Sofia's Heavy Machine Gun spat fire like the footsteps of death, relentlessly pursuing Park Bucheng. The steel torrent poured down, riddling the warehouse walls with holes, and the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air. Park Bucheng dared not let his guard down for a moment, his figure darting like a ghost through the hail of bullets, executing Graceful Wave Steps with finesse. He lunged left, then right, charged forward, and retreated, swaying like a willow in a storm—unpredictable yet unyielding. "Damn it, is this woman a rabid dog? She won't let go!" Park Bucheng cursed under his breath while dodging bullets. He knew he couldn’t continue like this; he had to find a way to shake off Sofia's pursuit or he would eventually be turned into a sieve.
The trajectory of the bullets was clear in his eyes; he could even feel the heat generated as they sliced through the air. Adrenaline surged, sharpening his senses to an unprecedented level. He rolled to evade a deadly barrage and fixed his gaze on an abandoned car not far away. "That's it!" A glint flashed in Park Bucheng's eyes as he dashed to the car, leaped onto its roof, and propelled himself into the air like an eagle, soaring over Sofia's head and tracing a graceful arc in the sky. Caught off guard by Park Bucheng’s unexpected maneuver, Sofia froze for a moment. By the time she reacted, Park Bucheng had landed behind her, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "A mere trick!" Sofia scoffed, spinning around as her Heavy Machine Gun unleashed another torrent of furious fire.
But Park Bucheng had anticipated her reaction; at the instant she turned, he executed Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms with the force of thunder and wind, striking fiercely at Sofia's back. "Ugh!" Sofia screamed as if cut loose from her strings, flying out and crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious. Park Bucheng ignored her and turned to lead the Gangster members in breaking through the encirclement. After suffering heavy losses, they finally escaped from Chaebol's grasp.
Once the battle ended, Park Bucheng dragged his weary body to an abandoned warehouse. The place was in disarray, riddled with bullet holes, and thick with the smell of gunpowder. The surviving Gangster members slumped on the ground, gasping for breath with expressions of relief at having survived. Park Bucheng surveyed his surroundings with a furrowed brow. He knew that although they had won this battle, a greater crisis loomed ahead. The Chaebol's influence ran deep; they would not let this go easily. He had to find the mastermind behind it all to resolve this crisis once and for all.
He walked to a corner of the warehouse and crouched down to pick up a blood-stained ring. The ring was finely crafted and felt cold to the touch; it bore a distinctive emblem—a grotesque skull that shimmered faintly in the dim light. Park Bucheng recognized it immediately as belonging to a high-ranking member of Chaebol. A thought flashed through his mind: Could this attack be part of an internal power struggle within Chaebol? He recalled some details from the fight: Kim Tae-wook's seemingly fierce attacks always avoided vital points at critical moments as if he were deliberately holding back. And Li Zhenghao had clearly had opportunities to strike hard but only put on a show of force while holding back his true strength. These details reinforced his suspicion that there were divisions within Chaebol.
He carefully wiped the ring clean and pocketed it. He knew this ring might be key to unraveling the truth. Standing up, he approached an Intelligence Officer nearby. "Find out where this ring came from—do it quickly." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority. The Intelligence Officer took the ring and examined it closely before nodding gravely. "I will get back to you as soon as possible."
Park Bucheng returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the floor, closed his eyes, and began meditating. He needed to recover quickly for the battles ahead. Outside the warehouse, night fell and cold winds howled. Suddenly, a faint sound broke the stillness of night. Park Bucheng opened his eyes abruptly, alertness flashing in them. He stealthily approached the window and peered outside through a crack.
In the dim moonlight, he saw two figures in black sneaking toward the warehouse. They moved with agility and silence—clearly trained professionals sent by Chaebol as assassins tasked with eliminating an Intelligence Officer who held crucial information. A cold smile crept onto Park Bucheng's lips. "Just in time!" he thought to himself; rather than wait passively, he would take initiative.
Silently opening his door, he slipped outside into the shadows of night and swiftly approached the two assassins undetected. In one fluid motion, he extended two fingers and pressed them against their acupoints simultaneously. The assassins froze instantly like wooden stakes rooted in place, their eyes wide with terror and disbelief.
Park Bucheng stepped in front of the Intelligence Officer and whispered urgently, "Tell me what 'Ghost Plan' is." The officer's face turned pale with fear; his lips trembled but no words came out. Park Bucheng sneered coldly and pressed on the officer’s acupoint again while channeling internal energy into him. "You better tell me everything or else..."
The Intelligence Officer stammered out, "'Ghost Plan'... is Chaebol’s scheme to use biochemical weapons to control Taiji Nation’s regime..." A glimmer of insight sparked in Park Bucheng’s eyes; indeed Chaebol’s ambitions were far greater than he had imagined. "What role does Kim Tae-wook play?" he pressed further. The officer took a deep breath before struggling to say, "Kim... Kim Tae-wook is an undercover agent planted by Chaebol within Gangster..." Just as those words left his lips, he suddenly convulsed violently—foam spewed from his mouth as blood flowed from all seven orifices before he collapsed lifelessly.
Park Bucheng’s brow furrowed deeply as murderous intent filled his gaze. Kim Tae-wook—how dare you betray me! Clenching his fists tightly with rage boiling inside him, he vowed that he would tear Kim Tae-wook apart!
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