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The police siren pierced the tranquility of the night, the flickering red and blue lights resembling ghostly flames, wandering through the bustling streets and alleys of the city.
Park Bucheng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of the gang's stronghold, overlooking the brilliantly lit city, his gaze as cold as an ice cavern.
A cigarette dangled from his fingertips, the curling smoke obscuring his face but failing to mask the sharp killing intent in his eyes. The scent of blood from the warehouse seemed to linger in his nostrils, but the joy of victory had long been replaced by a new crisis—the counterattack from the Taiji Consortium was swifter and more ruthless than he had anticipated.
"Damn it, these Chaebol lackeys just won't quit! If they can't play fair, then why bother? Sneak attacks? What kind of hero is that!" Li Zhenghao slammed his fist on the table, causing water in the teacup to splash out and create a dark stain on the surface. The scar on his face appeared even more menacing with anger, twisted lines crawling across his features like centipedes, making him look like a cornered beast ready to lash out.
"Zhenghao, calm down," Park Bucheng extinguished his cigarette, his tone unnervingly calm in stark contrast to Li Zhenghao's fury. "We anticipated they would make a move like this. Why panic?"
"Anticipated? Boss, the police are nearly surrounding us! The brothers are on edge; how can we fight like this?" Li Zhenghao fumed, despite his ferocity; under the dual pressures of politics and public opinion, he seemed somewhat at a loss, pacing back and forth in the room like a trapped animal.
"Calm my ass! I have my own plans. You've been with me long enough; when have you seen me lose?" Park Bucheng smirked coldly, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes. He walked over to the table and picked up a newspaper with bold headlines about gang clashes, accompanied by images of chaos outside the warehouse, resembling a hell on earth. "A war of public opinion? If they want to play, I'll play along and see who ends up dead first." Park Bucheng crumpled the newspaper into a ball, his eyes gleaming with cold light. He understood that this battle was no longer just a simple gang clash but a political struggle concerning life and death.
He had to win.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Taiji Consortium, Kim Tae-wook stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, silently observing the city like a cold-blooded spectator watching ants fight. Dressed in a well-tailored black suit that accentuated his tall figure, his gaze was icy—like a snake lurking in darkness, ready to strike with lethal precision.
"Park Bucheng, do you think you can escape? It's nothing but a desperate struggle," he murmured to himself, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes. As a secret weapon of the Chaebol—a nearly perfect clone—he possessed absolute loyalty and formidable strength, having undergone brutal training and mastered various killing techniques.
His mission was singular: eliminate Park Bucheng at any cost.
In another corner, Li Taizhu sat on a plush sofa, holding a glass of crimson red wine as she gazed out at the night scene with complex emotions. The flickering neon lights cast mottled shadows on her face, reflecting her intricate feelings at that moment. Her impression of Park Bucheng had completely transformed; he was no longer just an obedient gangster underling but rather a man filled with mystery and power. Every move he made intrigued and unsettled her as if he were an enormous enigma beckoning her to explore.
"Who exactly is he? How does he possess such immense power?" She was filled with confusion, along with a strange sense of unease.
The police launched a large-scale operation. Officers flooded the city, sirens wailing as patrol cars raced through the streets and alleys, creating a cacophony that felt like a death knell. They conducted searches and arrests at various hideouts of the gangsters, plunging the entire city of Seoul into panic, the air thick with tension.
However, Park Bucheng was already prepared. Utilizing his knowledge of the police and an insider named Yin Zehui, he had moved the core members and crucial supplies of the gang in advance. He was like an experienced hunter, predicting his prey's movements and setting traps ahead of time.
When the police burst through the doors, guns drawn and ready, they only managed to capture a few low-level thugs. Park Bucheng and his key members had long since vanished, leaving behind empty rooms and the lingering smell of smoke in the air, mocking the incompetence of the police.
"Damn it! He got away again!" The leading officer slammed his hat to the ground, roaring in frustration.
At the same time, Park Bucheng launched his counterattack. Leveraging his media connections, he exposed scandals involving the chaebols and shifted the blame for the gang violence onto them. He maneuvered like a skilled puppeteer, deftly directing public opinion against his enemies.
In no time, public outrage erupted; the chaebol's reputation plummeted, stock prices crashed, and partners withdrew their investments. The entire chaebol found itself in crisis.
Park Bucheng's move was a masterstroke that left the chaebol on the defensive, forcing them to divert some of their energy to manage the public relations disaster. This was precisely what Park Bucheng wanted. He needed time to solidify his power and prepare for the final showdown.
Li Zhenghao's remaining forces were restless. With both the police and chaebols focused on Park Bucheng, they sought to create chaos, attempting to take advantage of the situation to further weaken him. They attacked several casinos and nightclubs under Park Bucheng's control, resulting in numerous casualties and widespread fear.
Upon hearing this news, Park Bucheng remained unfazed; instead, he let out a cold laugh. "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Li Zhenghao, you are still too naive." He had anticipated Li Zhenghao's actions and had already arranged for ambushes along Li Zhenghao's escape routes.
A fierce gunfight erupted at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Seoul. Although Li Zhenghao's men were numerous, they were nothing more than a rabble and were no match for Park Bucheng's elite forces. Leading from the front like a tiger descending from a mountain, Park Bucheng was unstoppable. His fists and feet struck with lethal precision; each blow carried an aura of death as he harvested his enemies' lives.
Seeing that defeat was imminent, Li Zhenghao attempted to flee but was blocked by Park Bucheng. "Li Zhenghao, the game is over," Park Bucheng said coldly, his eyes glinting with menace.
Li Zhenghao was terrified, collapsing to his knees in desperation. "Park, please spare me! I won't dare to do it again!"
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh. "It's too late." He delivered a punch to Li Zhenghao's chest, causing him to scream in agony and fall to the ground, unconscious.
After dealing with the remnants of Li Zhenghao's forces, Park Bucheng turned his attention to Yin Zehui. He handed over evidence of Yin Zehui's collusion with the chaebol to the media, and in no time, Yin Zehui became the target of public outrage and was arrested by the police.
Kim Tae-wook, following the plan, installed a micro bomb beneath Park Bucheng's residence. He pressed the detonator and turned to leave. Boom! A massive explosion engulfed the building, reducing it to rubble. However, Kim Tae-wook paused, an unsettling premonition washing over him… From the debris, a figure slowly rose, unscathed—it was Park Bucheng. "Did you think this would kill me?" Park Bucheng smirked coldly. "I knew you would try something like this." It turned out that Park Bucheng had already sensed Kim Tae-wook's surveillance, left his residence early, and arranged for a decoy.
Kim Tae-wook's face changed dramatically as he realized he had fallen into a trap. He turned to flee but was blocked by Park Bucheng. "Now it's my turn," Park Bucheng said, his eyes glinting with cold light as a fierce battle was about to begin…
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