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The night grew deeper, and the rain fell heavier. The cold rain ruthlessly washed over the Gang Stronghold of the Tai Chi Gang on the outskirts of Seoul, cleansing away the tension and fear etched on every gangster's face. The air was thick with the stench of blood, mingling with the dampness of the rain, creating a nauseating atmosphere.
Suddenly, a series of rapid gunshots echoed from afar, shattering the tranquility of the night. The gunfire rang out like the tolling of death's bell, striking each person's heart again and again.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The sharp alarm pierced the night sky, plunging the Gang Stronghold into chaos. Some ran in panic, others screamed in terror, while some silently prayed for a miracle.
The assault from the Chaebol came more fiercely and swiftly than anticipated. Hundreds of fully armed thugs surged toward the Tai Chi Gang's stronghold under the cover of armored vehicles, like a tide crashing against a shore. They were well-trained, marching in unison, exuding an aura of lethal intent as if they were demons from hell.
The outer defenses of the Gang Stronghold crumbled instantly under heavy fire. Those makeshift fortifications fell apart like paper before overwhelming firepower.
The gangster members scrambled to respond but quickly found themselves on the defensive against the well-trained and well-equipped Chaebol thugs. The weapons in their hands felt outdated and powerless.
Li Zhenghao raged in the Command Room, shouting hysterically, "Damn it! Hold your ground! Everyone hold your ground!" His voice was hoarse and filled with despair, like a cornered beast struggling for survival.
Watching the rising casualty numbers, fear consumed Li Zhenghao. He knew that if he didn’t find a way to turn the tide soon, the Tai Chi Gang would be finished that night. Regret washed over him—regret for his greed and arrogance, regret for not heeding Park Bucheng's advice.
Just then, Park Bucheng pushed through the door. There was no trace of panic on his face; his gaze was chillingly calm, as if this bloody storm had nothing to do with him.
"Boss, now is not the time to panic. Hand over command to me," Park Bucheng's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.
Li Zhenghao paused for a moment before nodding eagerly as if grasping a lifeline. He knew that only Park Bucheng could save the Tai Chi Gang now—only he could save him.
Park Bucheng took command and quickly issued a series of orders. "Team One, hold the East Gate! Team Two, take position on the West side and use the terrain to launch guerrilla attacks! Team Three, follow me! We’re going to confront these so-called 'elite'!" His voice was calm and powerful, filled with confidence as if everything was under his control.
Leading Team Three, Park Bucheng arrived at the high ground of Gang Stronghold. He squinted, observing the enemy's movements, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. "Kim Tae-wook, you finally made it."
Kim Tae-wook led the elite forces of the Chaebol, breaking through the outer defenses with ease and advancing towards the core of Gang Stronghold. Dressed in a black suit, he appeared particularly ruthless, his eyes glinting with the flames of vengeance.
"Park Bucheng, your time is up!" Kim Tae-wook roared, raising his fist like a descending tiger as he charged towards Park Bucheng with the Chaebol's elite troops.
Unfazed, Park Bucheng wore a cold smile. "With such skills, you think you can kill me?" In an instant, he vanished like a ghost.
The next moment, Park Bucheng reappeared behind Kim Tae-wook and delivered a "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms" strike to Kim Tae-wook's back. Caught off guard, Kim Tae-wook was hit and sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground as blood gushed from his mouth.
"Cough cough..." Kim Tae-wook spat out blood, his eyes filled with shock. He hadn’t expected Park Bucheng to be so formidable.
Instead of pursuing his advantage, Park Bucheng turned to face the other Chaebol henchmen. "Who else wants to come up and die?" His voice was icy, carrying a powerful intimidation.
The Chaebol henchmen exchanged glances, momentarily too frightened to advance. They were intimidated by Park Bucheng's aura, their hearts filled with dread.
Seizing the opportunity, Park Bucheng led the Gangster members in a counterattack. At times he fought like a monk with a spinning kick that sent enemies flying; at other times he mimicked Bruce Lee with nunchaku that whirled through the air, leaving foes crying out in despair. His movements were elusive and his techniques exquisite; he fought like a god of war, unstoppable.
The morale of the Gangster members soared under Park Bucheng's leadership as they charged forward like tigers descending from the mountains, pushing back the Chaebol henchmen relentlessly.
Just then, a series of piercing gunshots rang out. Sofia, an American mercenary leading a heavily armed squad, appeared on the battlefield. With her golden hair and fiery figure, she wielded a heavy machine gun in her hands, her eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
“Park Bucheng, your game is over!” Sofia raised her Heavy Machine Gun and unleashed a barrage of bullets towards Park Bucheng. The dense rain of bullets fell like a storm, turning everything around into a sieve.
Park Bucheng's expression changed as he quickly dodged. He knew he could no longer afford to linger in battle.
He decisively ordered a retreat. “Everyone, follow me to break through!”
The members of the Gangster followed Park Bucheng, pushing their way out of the Gang Stronghold amidst the hail of gunfire.
In the night, the sounds of gunfire, explosions, and shouts intertwined, creating a tragic battle anthem.
The fate of the Tai Chi Gang rested on this moment.
Sofia watched as Park Bucheng fled, a cold smile creeping across her lips. “Thinking you can escape? Not so easy!” She raised her Heavy Machine Gun and aimed at Park Bucheng…
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