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Park Bucheng stared at the phone screen, the unfamiliar number coiling in his mind like a venomous snake, quickening his heartbeat. This was no ordinary number; it was a key contact he had seen in Li Zhenghao's files, a ghost lurking in the shadows. He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?" he said in a low voice, as if whispering to the devil.
"Minister Park, congratulations," came a soft voice from the other end, laced with a hint of mockery, like a snake flicking its tongue. "Tonight's operation was spectacular, truly breathtaking."
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes; he recognized that voice all too well—Li Taizhu, the woman as beautiful and dangerous as a poppy flower. He let out a cold laugh. "Miss Li calls me late at night; what can I do for you? Surely it’s not just to praise me?"
"Haven't you seen that document?" Li Taizhu chuckled lightly, her laughter carrying an almost imperceptible chill. "Our June Group has been cultivating a new force, one capable of changing the game. What do you think? Are you interested in joining us to create a new future?"
A shiver ran down Park Bucheng's spine; he felt a cold wave surge from his feet to his head. Indeed, the Chaebol had begun to act, like a pack of greedy vultures sensing the scent of carrion, eager to claim their share. He feigned nonchalance. "Miss Li, are you suggesting I abandon my beliefs and throw myself into your arms?"
"Not at all. I just wanted to give you a friendly reminder," Li Taizhu's tone suddenly turned serious, as if she had become another person. "Tai Chi District will be very lively soon—extremely lively. You’d best... be careful not to get caught up in this storm."
As the call ended, Park Bucheng leaned against the wall, lost in thought. He knew Li Taizhu's words were not mere warnings; Tai Chi District was about to become a battleground, and a bloody storm was on the horizon. He quickly walked to the corner of the conference room and retrieved a miniature camera from its hidden compartment as if performing magic. This had been set up long ago, recording every moment of the battle—the bloodshed and every struggle clearly captured on film.
Back in his office, Park Bucheng meticulously studied the documents seized from Li Zhenghao as if he were an archaeologist examining artifacts from an ancient tomb. This agreement detailed the Chaebol's plan to support the emerging gangster group Blood Blade, each detail steeped in conspiracy. They were not only providing financial backing but also arranging for professionals to train these outlaws into a sharp blade—a dagger aimed at the heart of Tai Chi Gang.
"Damn it, these Chaebol are playing big; do they really think they are gods who can control everything?" Park Bucheng scoffed as his fingers danced across the keyboard like a pianist playing an exhilarating piece, pulling up recent movements of underground forces as if mapping out a complex underworld.
The data on the screen revealed that over the past six months, the power dynamics within Tai Chi District had shifted subtly yet significantly—like dark currents swirling beneath a calm lake. Several previously insignificant gangs had suddenly risen to prominence, sprouting up like mushrooms after rain, each bearing the shadow of Blood Blade—a massive specter looming over Tai Chi District.
Just then, Yin Zehui entered quietly through the door like a ghost. He looked somewhat fatigued, dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept for several nights; yet his gaze remained sharp and piercing like that of a hawk.
"Minister Park, you need to see this intelligence—it's very important." Yin Zehui handed over a document as if passing him a ticking time bomb. "Blood Blade has recently been recruiting retired Special Forces members, and..." He paused, his tone growing grave. "And it seems they are planning a large-scale operation—one capable of altering the landscape of Tai Chi District. The target is..." He lowered his voice almost to a whisper, "the arms depot of Tai Chi Gang."
Park Bucheng's gaze sharpened, like a sword drawn from its sheath, radiating a chilling light. The arms warehouse was the lifeblood of the Tai Chi Gang, as crucial as a heart; if it were taken down, not only would their strength diminish, but their reputation in the underground world would plummet, akin to a toothless tiger that could no longer intimidate its rivals.
"Interesting, this is becoming increasingly intriguing," Park Bucheng said as he rose and walked to the window, resembling a general surveying the battlefield. In the night, the neon lights of Seoul flickered like stars in the sky, yet they also resembled the ghostly flames of hell, casting an eerie glow. "Is Chaebol trying to incite Blood Blade and Tai Chi Gang to tear each other apart? Let them slaughter one another while they reap the benefits?"
Yin Zehui nodded. "Moreover, Blood Blade is backed by more than just Chaebol. I’ve uncovered some clues—very secretive clues—that suggest there might be..." He hesitated, concern evident in his eyes.
"The shadow of America," Park Bucheng interjected, his tone icy like a wind from hell. "I’ve sensed something amiss for a while now; these retired Special Forces operatives are too professionally trained to be products of local forces. There must be a more powerful entity supporting them."
He turned to Yin Zehui, determination flashing in his eyes. "What do you think we should do? Sit back and wait for our demise, or take the initiative and break this deadlock?"
Yin Zehui flashed a cunning smile, sly as a fox. "Aren't you always full of ideas? I believe you can come up with a perfect plan—one capable of turning the tide."
Park Bucheng's lips curled into a smirk, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Since they want to play, let’s play big and show them that those who toy with fire will burn themselves!"
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Old Li, help me look into Blood Blade's Gang Stronghold distribution—detailed as possible. I want to know their every move; not a single corner can be overlooked."
After hanging up, Park Bucheng began typing commands swiftly on his computer, like a hacker breaching an enemy system. Red dots lit up on the map like stars in the night sky, marking Blood Blade's activity zones; every Gang Stronghold lay exposed before him.
"Interesting, truly more interesting by the minute." He suddenly paused his fingers, staring intently at one dot—a derelict factory located in Seoul's West District. "This place..."
It was an abandoned factory in Seoul's West District, ostensibly a Gang Stronghold for Blood Blade. However, satellite images indicated unusual activity with frequent personnel and vehicle movements recently—like a massive anthill buzzing with activity and mystery.
"It seems I need to take a personal look and unveil this mystery," Park Bucheng declared as he stood up and stretched his limbs like a leopard preparing for battle.
Just then, the phone rang again, like a death knell. It was a message from Li Taizhu: "Meet at the usual place at ten tonight. There’s important intel."
Park Bucheng glanced at the time; there were only two hours left. Time was tight, and he had to make every second count. He turned to Yin Zehui and said, "I have an appointment tonight, a very important one. Keep an eye on that abandoned factory and don’t miss any clues."
"An appointment?" Yin Zehui raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "With that young lady? Looks like there’s going to be a good show tonight."
"Heh, maybe I can extract something useful from her; after all, she’s an important piece in this game," Park Bucheng chuckled. "Because..."
Before he could finish his sentence, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor like the beating of a war drum. A subordinate burst into the office, panting heavily. "Minister, it’s bad! Blood Blade’s people are clashing with Tai Chi Gang in East District!"
Park Bucheng's gaze sharpened, like the calm before a storm. "Are there any casualties?"
"Three dead, five injured; they’re still exchanging fire at the scene!"
"Damn it!" Park Bucheng slammed his fist on the table like an enraged lion. "These bastards arrived earlier than expected!"
He quickly put on his coat, like a warrior donning armor, and turned to Yin Zehui. "Looks like the appointment will have to be rescheduled. You head to East District immediately; I’ll meet with that young lady and see what game she’s playing!"
As he reached the door, Park Bucheng suddenly stopped as if remembering something important. "Oh right, tell the brothers to stay alert; this show has just begun!"
In the night, a black sedan sped away like a flash of darkness, disappearing into the shadows. Inside the car, Park Bucheng's phone screen lit up again with another message from Li Taizhu: "Plans have changed; hurry to the café."
Park Bucheng stared at the message, his eyes growing deep and contemplative like a vast starry sky. He knew that an even greater storm was about to unfold...
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