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The betrayal by Kim Tae-wook struck Park Bucheng like a thunderclap, igniting a storm of fury within him. He forced himself to suppress his anger, taking a deep breath as the cold air filled his lungs, barely managing to quell the raging tide in his chest. Rapid calculations raced through his mind; the death of the Intelligence Officer indicated that the "Ghost Plan" was no mere child's play. The tentacles of the Chaebol had already reached the core of power, gnawing at the foundations of the nation like a malignant tumor. He had to act quickly to prevent this disaster and eradicate this evil force completely.
Carefully, he concealed the body of the Intelligence Officer, meticulously wiping away any traces he had left behind. Like a ghost in the night, he silently slipped away from the warehouse. Upon returning to the Gangster stronghold, he immediately summoned Li Zhenghao and several trusted confidants. Under the dim light, every face bore a grave expression. "I just received intelligence that the Chaebol is secretly conducting an operation called 'Ghost Plan,' aimed at using biochemical weapons to seize control of power," Park Bucheng stated bluntly, his tone low yet authoritative.
"What?! Biochemical weapons?!" Li Zhenghao's face turned pale, his eyes nearly popping out in shock, while others displayed similar astonishment as if they had heard an absurd tale. "That's right," Park Bucheng replied heavily, emphasizing each word. "And Kim Tae-wook is an undercover agent planted by the Chaebol within our ranks—a venomous snake hiding deep!"
At this revelation, chaos erupted among them. Kim Tae-wook held considerable prestige within the gang, and everyone trusted him implicitly; the news hit them like a bombshell. "That bastard!" Li Zhenghao cursed angrily, slamming his fist on the table, which let out a dull thud. "I always sensed something was off about him; that guy pretended to be so respectable, but who would have thought he was truly a traitor!" Park Bucheng raised his hand for silence. "Now is not the time for anger. We must quickly ascertain the specifics of 'Ghost Plan' and the Chaebol's next move if we are to catch them all."
Based on clues provided by the Intelligence Officer, Park Bucheng and Li Zhenghao gathered around a table to analyze every detail carefully. The dim yellow light illuminated their serious faces, and tension filled the air. They discovered that the Chaebol's secret trading point was located near an abandoned warehouse at Busan Port. It was likely that crucial information regarding "Ghost Plan" lay hidden there, like treasure concealed in darkness, waiting for them to unearth it. Park Bucheng decided to lead a team into the warehouse personally to gather intelligence and unveil this layer of mystery.
As night fell, Busan Port was shrouded in darkness, with only distant lights twinkling like fireflies in the night sky. Outside the abandoned warehouse, several Chaebol security personnel patrolled vigilantly, their flashlight beams sweeping back and forth through the darkness like predatory beasts searching for prey. Inside the warehouse were infrared detectors and various traps set up with tight security—an impenetrable fortress that instilled fear.
Park Bucheng led Li Zhenghao, Jin Jeosu, Park Chang-ho, and Cui Zhiyong closer to the warehouse under cover of night. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as that of a hawk as he carefully surveyed his surroundings. The Graceful Wave Steps allowed him to move silently as if walking on cotton.
"I'll go in first to scout ahead; you all stay outside for backup. Remember, no one moves without my signal," Park Bucheng said quietly but firmly. "Be careful, boss," Li Zhenghao replied anxiously; he understood the dangers of this mission and felt a wave of worry wash over him. "Don't worry; I'll be back," Park Bucheng smiled slightly before vanishing into the night like a shadow blending into darkness.
He moved like a specter through the perimeter of surveillance and patrolling personnel without alerting anyone. Light as a feather and agile as a spirit in the night, he navigated freely through shadows. Once inside the warehouse, Park Bucheng became even more cautious. The dim interior was cluttered with towering piles of goods; a musty odor permeated the air, making him feel nauseous. Using his keen senses, he avoided all traps and mechanisms like a dancer walking on blades.
Suddenly, faint footsteps broke the silence within the warehouse. Park Bucheng's heart raced as he quickly hid behind a stack of goods, holding his breath and remaining motionless as if merging with darkness itself. Two Chaebol security personnel approached with flashlights in hand, scanning their surroundings warily. "Strange; it feels like someone has entered," one said uncertainly, anxiety creeping into his voice. "Probably just rats; this dump is crawling with them," scoffed the other dismissively.
Park Bucheng held his breath like a crouching leopard waiting for its prey to leave. Just then, one of them accidentally triggered a mechanism; with a loud buzz, alarms blared throughout the warehouse, shattering the night's tranquility. This was bad! Park Bucheng thought grimly; he knew he had to escape quickly or risk being surrounded.
He burst from behind the stack of goods with explosive speed and executed a Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms strike that sent both security personnel flying to crash heavily onto the ground with muffled groans. Hearing the commotion inside, other security personnel rushed over like an incoming tide, surrounding Park Bucheng completely.
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh. Faced with enemies as fierce as wolves and tigers, he showed no fear; instead, it ignited the fighting spirit within him. He executed the Graceful Wave Steps, weaving effortlessly through the crowd like a ghostly figure, elusive and hard to grasp. With a combination of punches and kicks, each strike was precise and powerful, knocking down security personnel one after another, their cries of agony echoing in the air.
He feigned weakness, retreating while engaging in battle, luring his enemies deeper into the warehouse. Then, taking advantage of the terrain, he turned the tables on them, defeating them one by one. He dodged at times and counterattacked at others, moving like a nimble snake among his foes, leaving them exhausted and scrambling.
Deep within the warehouse, Park Bucheng discovered a hidden chamber, feeling as if he had stumbled upon treasure. His heart raced with excitement as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room contained several computers and a wealth of documents, resembling a vault of knowledge waiting for his exploration. Park Bucheng quickly skimmed through the files, his expression growing increasingly grave. "Just as I suspected," he murmured to himself, "the Ghost Plan really does exist..."
At that moment, a fragrant breeze wafted in, accompanied by a familiar voice. "Park Bucheng, what are you doing here?"
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