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Kim Tae-wook stood amidst the ruins, the night wind tugging at the edges of his clothing like a flag flapping in the breeze. He gazed in the direction where Park Bucheng and the others had vanished, his eyes glinting with a cold light. "Park Bucheng, do you think you've won? The game has only just begun."
In a luxurious hotel conference room on the top floor of the Gangnam District in Seoul, the atmosphere was as tense as the calm before a storm. The crystal chandelier cast a chilling glow over the mahogany conference table, reflecting an oppressive halo of light.
"Useless! A bunch of useless fools!" Li Mingzhe, the head of the Taiji Consortium, slammed his crystal glass onto the floor, shards scattering like his fragmented emotions. "Over a hundred people, well-equipped, and they were utterly defeated by just a few! What good is it to have you worthless idiots around?" He roared, spittle flying, his voice echoing painfully in the silent conference room.
"Calm down, Mingzhe," an elderly man with graying hair spoke slowly. He was Li Mingzhe's father and the founder of the Taiji Consortium. "Now is not the time to assign blame; we must focus on how to recover from this loss."
"Dad, I can't swallow this!" Li Mingzhe's eyes were red as he pounded on the table. "That Park Bucheng is simply too arrogant! I will make him pay for this!"
"Where's the surveillance footage? Show it to me!" he shouted, his voice resembling that of a wounded beast filled with suppressed rage.
On a massive screen, the surveillance footage of Park Bucheng's night raid began to play. In the video, Park Bucheng moved like a ghost, effortlessly taking down guards with swift and decisive actions. He was sometimes as light as a cat and at other times as fierce as a tiger; every strike was precise and lethal. His teammates coordinated seamlessly behind him like a well-trained special forces unit, weaving through enemies and eliminating them one by one.
"Graceful Wave Steps? Tianshan Six Yang Palm? Who exactly is this guy?" Li Mingzhe's face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white. He could hardly believe that an obscure thug possessed such formidable martial arts skills.
"Our stronghold has been destroyed, and intelligence has been stolen; we have suffered significant losses," Kim Soo-yeon, the public relations director of the Chaebol, reported coldly. She elegantly adjusted her glasses, a glint of cold light flashing behind the lenses. "Moreover, this incident has severely damaged our reputation."
"What does the police say?" Li Mingzhe forced himself to suppress his anger; he knew it was not the time to lose his temper. The priority was to find a solution.
"The police have already intervened in the investigation, but they don't seem eager to dig deeper," Yin Zehui, a protector of the Chaebol, said leisurely. As he spoke, he fiddled with his lighter, its flame flickering unpredictably like his current thoughts. "I suspect there are people within the police department secretly aiding Park Bucheng."
"Hmph! A bunch of incompetent fools!" Li Mingzhe snorted coldly. He understood what the police's attitude implied. There must be deeper power struggles at play here; someone was deliberately targeting the Taiji Consortium.
"President, I suggest we immediately activate the B Plan and mobilize all our forces to eliminate Park Bucheng and his accomplices!" Li Zhenghao, the leader of the West Side Gang, said fiercely. He rubbed his hands together, eager for action, as if he could already envision Park Bucheng begging for mercy.
"No, now is not the time," Kim Soo-yeon calmly analyzed. "The police's involvement means that every move we make is under scrutiny. Acting rashly now would only backfire. Moreover, Park Bucheng has gained significant notoriety; if we act impulsively, it could provoke a strong public backlash."
"What do you suggest we do then?" Li Zhenghao asked impatiently. He was a man of action, disliking any delays.
"We need to leverage public opinion," Kim Soo-yeon said, a glint of brilliance in her eyes. "We can use the media to shift the blame for this incident onto other Gangsters, diverting public attention while simultaneously striking at our competitors."
Meanwhile, in a concealed basement in the northern district of Seoul, under dim lighting, Park Bucheng was meticulously studying intelligence stolen from a Chaebol stronghold. The documents were densely packed with information detailing various crimes committed by the Taiji Consortium, including smuggling, drug trafficking, and bribery of officials.
"Damn it, these bastards are ruthless," he muttered as he looked at an agreement regarding secret cooperation between the Chaebol and America. The contents were shocking; if exposed, they could trigger a political earthquake.
"What should we do next, boss?" Li Meili asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as if she could hardly wait to take action. "This intelligence is enough to put them behind bars!"
"Not so fast; let's see how they react first," Park Bucheng squinted his eyes, a sly smile creeping across his face. He knew this was just the first step; the real battle was only beginning.
He picked up a listening device and tuned into the sounds from a hotel conference room where Li Mingzhe and others were discussing strategies. He listened intently as Kim Soo-yeon proposed her plan for a media campaign.
"Heh, you want to use public opinion? I'll play along," Park Bucheng sneered, aware that an information war was about to commence.
He quickly contacted several media outlets, anonymously leaking some intelligence and steering public opinion towards aspects unfavorable to the Chaebol. He even added some sensational details to make the news more eye-catching.
The next day, headlines across major media outlets were filled with negative news about the Taiji Consortium. Public outcry ensued, severely damaging the image of the Chaebol. The stock market plummeted, partners withdrew their investments, and the Taiji Consortium found itself in an unprecedented crisis.
"Damn it! Who leaked the information?" Li Mingzhe fumed, realizing he had fallen into a trap but feeling utterly helpless.
"Park Bucheng, it must be Park Bucheng!" Li Zhenghao gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Park Bucheng to shreds.
"What do we do now?" Kim Soo-yeon asked, her voice tinged with panic. She hadn't anticipated Park Bucheng's counterattack would be so swift and effective.
"Activate the B Plan immediately!" A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Li Mingzhe's eyes; he knew there was no turning back now and that he had to go all in.
Park Bucheng looked at the newspaper in his hand, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Li Mingzhe, do you really think you can win against me like this? You underestimate me."
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Li Xuanwei, it's time to make your move."
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