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The sound of the police siren grew closer, like a death knell, pounding rhythmically against Park Bucheng's heart. He squinted, his mind racing through possible escape routes. The Bald Man and the other lackeys were in disarray, darting around like headless flies, muttering, "Damn it, why are the cops here so fast!" "Shit, we're done for!"
"Don't panic!" Park Bucheng adjusted his glasses, his tone light as a feather, as if the earlier ferocity had been nothing but an illusion. "Follow me!"
He led a few of them, crouching low like a group of frightened mice, quickly slipping into the back alley of a clothing store. The dim, narrow passage was filled with the nauseating stench of rotting garbage. Yet Park Bucheng seemed accustomed to the smell, moving steadily through the maze-like alley while the others stumbled behind him, fearful of losing their way.
Finally, after several twists and turns, they arrived at an abandoned warehouse. The police siren gradually faded away, and they collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat as if they had just been pulled from water. The Bald Man clutched his chest, his heavy breaths echoing in the silent warehouse like a bellows.
"You little punk..." The Bald Man glared at Park Bucheng, his expression a mix of awe, confusion, and a hint of wariness. "What was that skill just now? A COS Monk? Flying around like that!"
Park Bucheng shrank back slightly, reverting to his timid demeanor with shifty eyes like a startled deer. "Uh? I... I don't know. Maybe I learned it from watching TV..."
"Bullshit!" The Bald Man slammed his hand on the ground, sending dust flying. "I've watched TV my whole life and never seen anyone fight like that! Stop pretending with me!"
Park Bucheng lowered his head in silence, allowing the other two lackeys to scrutinize him with wary eyes. Their gazes were like those of wolves eyeing a sheep in disguise—full of curiosity and caution.
"Forget it; let's go back and report." The Bald Man stood up, brushing off the dust from his pants with an irritated expression. "The boss is probably getting anxious; we'll definitely catch some flak when we return."
Back at the Gang Stronghold, the air was thick with the pungent smell of cigars that made one's throat itch. Li Zhenghao sat behind a large desk, puffing out clouds of smoke, his face dark enough to drip water.
"Was the mission completed?" Li Zhenghao squinted his eyes, his gaze cold as a snake's, sending chills down one's spine.
"It was completed, boss!" The Bald Man replied eagerly, puffing out his chest as if seeking praise. "Thanks to..." He glanced at Park Bucheng but swallowed his words at the last moment, as if there was something unspeakable weighing on him.
Park Bucheng quickly lowered his head, pretending to be timid. "It was... it was the brothers who helped. I was just watching from the side, didn’t do anything..."
Li Zhenghao's gaze lingered on Park Bucheng's face for a few seconds, a half-smile that was hard to decipher. "Oh? I heard that Zhang Hu's people went too? Why haven't we seen them back?"
"Yeah, boss!" one of the younger brothers couldn't help but interject, excitement written all over his face. "If it weren't for Park..."
Park Bucheng reacted swiftly, stepping hard on the young brother's foot. The young man winced in pain, letting out a muffled grunt and swallowing his words mid-sentence, rubbing his foot with a look of grievance. The Bald Man noticed and wisely kept quiet, creating a subtly tense atmosphere.
A glint of amusement flashed in Li Zhenghao's eyes as he pressed further. "So how did Zhang Hu's people get dealt with? Where did they go?"
"They... they left on their own," Park Bucheng stammered, his gaze evasive like a child caught in wrongdoing. "Maybe they were scared because we had so many people..."
"Ha." Li Zhenghao scoffed, clearly unconvinced by this explanation. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Lao Zhang? I heard your people caused some trouble for us today. What's going on?"
A roar of anger came from the other end of the line, mixed with several curses. Li Zhenghao's expression darkened as he furrowed his brow, resembling storm clouds before a tempest. He hung up the phone and shot a piercing look at Park Bucheng. "Interesting. Zhang Hu says all his men ended up in the hospital, bruised and battered, some missing limbs. What do you think happened?"
Park Bucheng shrank back slightly, his eyes darting around. "Maybe... maybe they got into a fight among themselves? I’m not sure..."
"Ha." Li Zhenghao stood up and walked over to Park Bucheng, looking down at him from above. "You kid have some tricks up your sleeve, hiding your talents well!"
From that day on, Park Bucheng found himself assigned more tasks—everything from collecting protection fees to debt chasing, a wide variety of duties. Each time he acted clumsy and pushed the credit onto others, even deliberately creating minor troubles to give others a chance to shine.
Gradually, those who had initially looked down on him began to warm up to him instead, viewing him as honest and reliable without ulterior motives. They often invited Park Bucheng to join their operations and even entrusted him with some important tasks. On the surface, he remained meek and compliant while secretly reveling in this outcome—it was exactly what he had wanted.
However, Li Zhenghao seemed increasingly interested in him, frequently finding various excuses to make things difficult for him and probing into his background. On one occasion, Li Zhenghao even deliberately arranged for him to clean up a gym owned by a boxing champion. Park Bucheng continued to use his usual tactic of "hiding in the back and watching the show" to get by, but he knew that Li Zhenghao's suspicions were growing deeper, and time was running out for him.
One month later, late at night, Park Bucheng sat alone on the rooftop of Gang Stronghold, gazing at the starry sky, lost in thought. A cool breeze brushed against his face, bringing a slight chill. He pulled out a notebook from his pocket, densely filled with information he had gathered during this time: the distribution of power among various factions, the relationship networks of key figures, and the defensive layouts of each Gang Stronghold...
"Having fun?" Suddenly, a chilling voice came from behind him, like a snake's hiss, sending shivers down his spine.
Park Bucheng froze, quickly closing the notebook as his heart raced violently, as if it would leap out of his chest. He slowly turned around to find Li Zhenghao standing behind him, having appeared without him noticing, with a predatory gaze fixed on him and a cold smirk on his lips.
"Boss..." Park Bucheng stammered, forcing himself to remain calm. "I was just out here looking at the stars and getting some fresh air..."
Li Zhenghao sneered. "Oh really? Then let me see what you've written in your notebook. It wouldn't be anything embarrassing, would it?"
Park Bucheng's hands trembled slightly as his heart pounded like a drum. Just as he prepared to use Graceful Wave Steps to escape, a commotion suddenly erupted from downstairs, filled with shouting and sounds of fighting.
"Not good, Boss! The East District people are coming!"
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