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In the shadows of the abandoned factory, Park Bucheng squinted at the heavily guarded stronghold, a cold smirk creeping across his lips. Damn it, these Chaebol bastards really know how to pick a place, hiding their lair in such a godforsaken spot. The air around him was thick with the scent of rust, mingled with the eerie fragrance of night-blooming flowers, stirring an inexplicable irritation within him.
“Li Meili, have you secured communications and surveillance?” Park Bucheng asked in a low voice, almost as if speaking to himself.
Li Meili, clad in tight black attire that accentuated her alluring curves, gave an efficient “OK” hand gesture, her tone laced with pride. “Everything is ready. The surveillance room is now my private cinema. Want to catch a midnight show together?”
Park Bucheng nodded in satisfaction; as expected from the Gangster intelligence chief, her efficiency was impressive. “Park Ji Ming, you’re in charge of perimeter security. Report immediately if anything seems off. Don’t just stand there like a wooden post; be alert!”
The young Park Ji Ming’s expression turned serious as he saluted. “I’ll ensure the mission is completed!” With that, he vanished into the night with several subordinates, like phantoms blending into the darkness.
“Zhao Tianyu, how’s the control over internal personnel?” Park Bucheng turned his sharp gaze to the last member of their team.
Zhao Tianyu, an undercover soldier embedded within the Chaebol, stood out in his crisp suit against the backdrop of chaos. He adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly. “Everything is normal; I’ve secured control over the internal personnel. They won’t interfere with our operation. They’re more docile than sheep right now.”
“Good!” Park Bucheng took a deep breath, a chill rushing through him. “Let’s begin!”
According to their plan, Li Meili was responsible for cutting off surveillance and communications, Park Ji Ming for perimeter security, Zhao Tianyu for controlling internal personnel, while Park Bucheng would strike at the heart of the stronghold—the Intelligence Repository.
With a swift movement, Park Bucheng slipped into the stronghold like a ghost. His Graceful Wave Steps allowed him to navigate the complex terrain effortlessly as he evaded patrolling guards. He moved like a black leopard through the concrete jungle, silent and unseen.
Suddenly, two elite Chaebol bodyguards appeared ahead. Both were imposing figures wielding submachine guns, vigilantly scanning their surroundings. They stood like iron towers guarding the only path to the Intelligence Repository.
Park Bucheng chuckled coldly; did they really think they could stop him? He shifted again, instantly appearing behind them with such speed that not even an afterimage remained.
“What’s that?” One of the bodyguards sensed something amiss and spun around abruptly. He felt a chill at his neck and instinctively raised his submachine gun.
However, what awaited him was Park Bucheng's fierce Tianshan Six Yang Palm. The gust of palm wind howled, striking the two like a torrential storm. The scorching force of his palm instantly pierced through their armor, sending them flying.
"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled thuds echoed as the bodyguards collapsed to the ground, unconscious. They didn't even have time to scream before losing consciousness.
Park Bucheng continued forward, cutting through his enemies as if they were mere vegetables. His palm strikes varied from fierce as a tiger to gentle as a breeze, leaving others bewildered.
Just as he was about to reach the Intelligence Repository, an unexpected figure appeared before him—Kim Soo-yeon, the public relations director of the Chaebol and one of the leaders of the stronghold. She resembled a thorny rose, beautiful yet dangerous.
Kim Soo-yeon was dressed in a professional suit, her makeup flawless, showing no signs of panic; instead, she wore a playful smile. "Park Bucheng, I didn't expect you to actually come. I thought you were just a gangster who could only talk big."
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Park Bucheng squinted his eyes, his tone laced with mockery. He sized up Kim Soo-yeon with a provocative gaze.
"Scared?" Kim Soo-yeon chuckled lightly, her laughter tinged with disdain. "I'm just curious about what you intend to do. Do you really think you can overturn the entire Chaebol by yourself?"
"Of course I'm here to take something," Park Bucheng replied, his gaze fixed on the heavy steel door of the Intelligence Repository. That door seemed to symbolize the Chaebol's invincibility.
"You think you'll succeed?" A glint of coldness flashed in Kim Soo-yeon's eyes. She pressed a button in her hand, and alarms blared suddenly, plunging the entire stronghold into a state of alert.
"We'll find out," Park Bucheng sneered, his figure flickering as he prepared to charge toward the Intelligence Repository. He knew a fierce battle was inevitable.
However, at that moment, Kim Soo-yeon suddenly raised her hand to stop him. "Wait!"
Park Bucheng halted in his tracks, looking at her with confusion. "What do you mean? Are you trying to surrender?"
Kim Soo-yeon took a deep breath and slowly said, “I know what you want. I can give it to you, but you must agree to one condition.” Her tone carried a hint of determination, as if she had made a significant decision.
Park Bucheng felt a stir of interest; it seemed this woman had other plans. “What condition?” he asked warily, aware that nothing comes for free.
Kim Soo-yeon leaned closer and whispered, “Help me get rid of Li Zhenghao. That old bastard should have died long ago!” Her eyes blazed with a fire of hatred, as if she wanted to burn Li Zhenghao to ashes.
A glint flashed in Park Bucheng's eyes; damn it, this woman was indeed something else, wanting to use him as a tool for murder. “Deal,” he replied without hesitation. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Kim Soo-yeon opened the door to the Intelligence Repository, and Park Bucheng stepped inside. The repository was filled with various documents and materials, resembling a maze of knowledge.
Park Bucheng quickly scanned through the contents and found what he was looking for—a document detailing the secret cooperation between the Chaebol and America. The agreement revealed far more shocking information than he had anticipated, exposing the collusion between the Chaebol and America to manipulate the Taiji Nation's regime.
He tucked the document away and turned to Kim Soo-yeon, saying, “Pleasure doing business.” He understood that this was just the beginning.
“Let’s hope so,” Kim Soo-yeon replied meaningfully. Her gaze was filled with complex emotions that were hard to decipher.
After leaving the Intelligence Repository, Park Bucheng followed the original plan to destroy the base and safely retreated with his team members. They moved like ghosts, leaving no trace behind.
However, shortly after their departure, a figure emerged from the ruins of the abandoned factory.
Kim Tae-wook, a clone secretly cultivated by JK Group, coldly watched the departing vehicles with an icy gaze. A sinister smile crept across his lips as he murmured, “Park Bucheng, the game has only just begun.”
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