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The police siren pierced the tranquility of the night, and the flashing red and blue lights danced like ghostly flames through the city’s streets and alleys.
Park Bucheng stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows 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 hide the sharp killing intent in his eyes. The metallic scent of blood from the warehouse seemed to linger in his nostrils, yet the joy of victory had long been overshadowed 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 even bother? Sneak attacks? What kind of man does that?” Li Zhenghao slammed his fist on the table, causing water to splash from the teacup and darken the surface. The scar on his face appeared even more menacing in his fury, twisting lines resembling centipedes crawling across his features, 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 rage. “We anticipated they would make a move like this; why panic?”
“Anticipated? Boss, the police are almost surrounding us! The brothers are on edge; how can we fight this battle?” Li Zhenghao raged, though fierce, he felt somewhat helpless under the dual pressures of politics and public opinion, pacing like a trapped animal in the room.
“Panic my ass! I have my own strategies. How many times have you seen me lose in all this time you’ve followed me?” Park Bucheng smirked coldly, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes. He walked to the table and picked up a newspaper with a bold headline about gang clashes, accompanied by images of devastation 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 destroying whom.” He 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; it had escalated into a political struggle for survival.
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 frame, his icy gaze resembled a snake lurking in darkness, poised 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 flickering 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 lounged on a plush sofa, holding a glass of crimson wine while gazing complexly out at the night sky. The flickering neon lights cast mottled shadows across her face, reflecting her tumultuous emotions. 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 further.
"Who exactly is he? How can he possess such immense power?" She was filled with confusion and a strange sense of unease.
The police launched a massive operation. Officers flooded the city, sirens blaring as patrol cars raced through the streets, creating a cacophony that echoed like a death knell. They conducted searches and arrests at various gangster strongholds, 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 relocated the gang's core members and vital resources ahead of time. He was like an experienced hunter, predicting his prey's movements and setting traps in advance.
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 vanished without a trace, leaving behind empty rooms and the lingering smell of smoke, as if mocking the police's incompetence.
"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. Using his media connections, he exposed scandals involving the chaebol and shifted the blame for the gang violence onto them. Like a skilled puppeteer, he deftly manipulated public opinion, directing the ire toward his enemies.
In no time, public outrage erupted; the chaebol's image plummeted, stock prices crashed, and partners withdrew their investments, plunging the entire chaebol into crisis.
This maneuver by Park Bucheng cut off the chaebol's support, forcing them to divert attention to manage the public relations disaster. This was precisely what Park Bucheng wanted—time to solidify his power and prepare for the final showdown.
Li Zhenghao's remaining forces were restless. With both the police and chaebol focused on Park Bucheng, they sought to create chaos, attempting to exploit the situation to further weaken him. They attacked several casinos and nightclubs under Park Bucheng's control, resulting in casualties and widespread fear.
Upon hearing this news, Park Bucheng remained unfazed; instead, he chuckled coldly. "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," he mused. "Li Zhenghao, you are still too inexperienced." He had anticipated Li Zhenghao's actions and had already positioned men along Li Zhenghao's escape route.
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 disorganized mob compared to Park Bucheng's elite forces. Leading from the front like a tiger descending a mountain, Park Bucheng was unstoppable. He fought with fists and feet alike, each strike lethal and infused with deadly intent as if death itself had come to harvest lives.
Seeing that all hope was lost, Li Zhenghao attempted to flee but was intercepted 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 and pleading for mercy. "Park Boss, please spare me! I won't dare again!"
Park Bucheng let out a cold laugh. "It's too late." He delivered a powerful punch to Li Zhenghao's chest, causing him to scream in agony before collapsing 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 an instant, Yin Zehui became the target of public outrage and was arrested by the police.
Kim Tae-wook, following the plan, planted a micro bomb beneath Park Bucheng's residence. He pressed the detonator and turned to leave. Boom! A massive fireball erupted, and the entire building was reduced to rubble. However, Kim Tae-wook halted in his tracks as an unsettling premonition washed over him. From the debris, a figure slowly rose, completely unharmed—it was Park Bucheng. "Did you think this would kill me?" Park Bucheng said with a hint of a cold smile. "I knew you would try something like this."
It turned out that Park Bucheng had long sensed Kim Tae-wook's surveillance, had left his residence early, and arranged for a decoy. Kim Tae-wook's expression 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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