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In the outskirts of Seoul, a nauseating stench of blood permeated the abandoned factory.
Park Bucheng stood amidst a mountain of corpses, Kim Tae-wook's lifeless body sprawled at his feet, eyes wide open in death.
"Is this all you've got?" Park Bucheng spat disdainfully, wiping his bloodied hands. "I thought you were something special, Clone."
He surveyed the surroundings, the black-clad figures lying haphazardly around him looked like nothing more than trash in his eyes.
"Damn it, what a waste of my time." Park Bucheng grumbled as he pulled out the documents from Sofia once more, confirming their contents before stuffing them into his coat.
This battle had deepened his understanding that in this world of the survival of the fittest, only those with absolute strength could protect themselves and achieve their goals.
He looked up at the pitch-black night sky, determination and resolve filling his gaze.
"Li Zhenghao, and those Chaebols, just you wait!" he gritted his teeth and spoke each word with conviction. "You will pay for this!"
He turned and left the abandoned factory, disappearing into the night.
Seoul was alive with flickering neon lights, a dazzling spectacle that transformed the bustling city into a slumbering beast under the night sky, exhaling the scent of money and desire with every breath.
Park Bucheng stood atop a high building, overlooking the bustling streets below. He took a deep breath; the night wind carried a hint of coldness that made him instinctively tighten his black trench coat around him.
Based on the intelligence provided by Sofia and further confirmation from Li Taizhu, he had pinpointed a secret Gang Stronghold belonging to the Chaebols—a luxurious villa hidden among the mountains and forests on the outskirts of Seoul.
The villa was heavily guarded. Towering walls were lined with barbed wire that glinted coldly in the dark. Surveillance cameras monitored every angle like hawks, ensuring no movement went unnoticed. Armed security guards patrolled in pairs along fixed routes, vigilantly watching for any signs of disturbance.
"These guys are really cautious," Park Bucheng thought as he hid in the shadows, observing his surroundings with a sly smile playing on his lips. He knew that sneaking into this villa would not be an easy task.
At that moment, his phone vibrated; it was a message from Li Taizhu: "The internal layout of the villa, security patrol routes, blind spots for surveillance cameras, and infrared detector distribution maps have been sent. Good luck."
Park Bucheng opened the image and carefully studied the internal structure and defense systems of the villa, feeling a surge of satisfaction. Li Taizhu was indeed a reliable partner.
He took a deep breath, stretched his limbs, and said to the Three Brothers behind him, “Guys, tonight we’re going for something big. Stay sharp!”
“Don’t worry, boss, we’ve been itching for this!” The Three Brothers rubbed their fists together, eager to get started.
Park Bucheng nodded in satisfaction, and with a flash of movement, he vanished into the night like a ghost, with the Three Brothers following closely behind.
Inside the villa, opulence reigned supreme. Various precious paintings, antiques, and artworks adorned the space, showcasing the immense wealth of the Chaebol.
However, beneath this luxurious facade lay hidden dangers. Laser beams crisscrossed in intricate patterns, forming invisible barriers; pressure sensors were concealed beneath carpets, ready to trigger alarms at the slightest misstep; infrared detectors were scattered in every corner, ensuring that no subtle movement could escape their watchful gaze.
But for Park Bucheng, who possessed Graceful Wave Steps, these defenses were mere illusions. He glided through the villa like a specter, his footsteps light and soundless as he effortlessly avoided all traps.
Though the Three Brothers were agile, they paled in comparison to Park Bucheng. They followed cautiously behind him, matching his pace with trepidation, fearful of triggering any mechanisms.
Before long, Park Bucheng arrived at the door of the secure file storage room. The heavy metal door exuded a cold aura, resembling a slumbering steel beast guarding its secrets within.
“Finally here,” Park Bucheng thought to himself, a hint of excitement crossing his face.
He pulled out a set of professional lock-picking tools and began to work skillfully. With a soft click, the lock opened.
Just as he was about to enter the room, a tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared before him, blocking his path.
“Who are you?” The newcomer’s voice was icy, carrying an undeniable authority.
It was Kim Tae-wook! He was alive!
"Wow, you really have a lucky life!" Park Bucheng was taken aback, not expecting that Kim Tae-wook was still alive.
"Hmph, do you think you can kill me?" Kim Tae-wook sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Today is your day to die!"
"Who will die is still uncertain!" Park Bucheng snorted coldly, assuming a fighting stance, ready to engage.
Kim Tae-wook clenched his fists tightly, his muscles tensed like a coiled cheetah ready to pounce. He took a deep breath, energy surging from his dantian, and an overwhelming aura erupted, pressing down on Park Bucheng and the Three Brothers, making it hard for them to breathe.
"Hard Qi Gong!" Park Bucheng recognized Kim Tae-wook's martial arts style at a glance.
Kim Tae-wook launched the first attack, his fists raining down on Park Bucheng like a torrential downpour, each punch carrying the power to shatter stone.
Park Bucheng dared not take the blows head-on and could only rely on Graceful Wave Steps to dodge continuously.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Kim Tae-wook's fists struck the ground repeatedly, producing deafening sounds as the earth was pounded into deep craters.
Park Bucheng fought while retreating, searching for an opportunity to counterattack. He noticed that although Kim Tae-wook's Hard Qi Gong was powerful, it was relatively slow and lacked variation in its techniques.
An idea sparked in his mind.
He deliberately exposed a flaw to lure Kim Tae-wook into attacking. Sure enough, Kim Tae-wook took the bait and threw a punch straight at Park Bucheng's face.
In that critical moment, Park Bucheng shifted his body to evade Kim Tae-wook's attack while simultaneously unleashing both palms in a move from the Six Meridians Divine Sword—Cold Ice True Qi.
A chilling aura enveloped Kim Tae-wook in an instant, causing his movements to slow as if he were sinking into quicksand.
"What is this?" Kim Tae-wook's heart raced, feeling as if his body had been frozen in place.
Park Bucheng seized the opportunity to step forward and struck Kim Tae-wook in the chest with a palm.
"Thud!"
Kim Tae-wook spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground. This time, he had completely lost his life.
Park Bucheng quickly entered the room and found the core confidential documents—a black safe. He entered the password provided by Li Taizhu and opened the safe, which was filled with various documents and materials.
He stuffed all the documents and materials into a specially designed backpack, then activated the bomb he had prepared in advance.
"Boom!"
With a deafening explosion, the villa was engulfed in flames.
Park Bucheng, carrying the documents, successfully evacuated the scene with the Three Brothers.
He looked up at the burning villa, a cold smile creeping across his lips.
"Li Zhenghao, our game has only just begun!"
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