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The night wind howled, as if playing a prelude to the impending battle.
Park Bucheng leaped from the rooftop, his form agile like that of a hawk. The Graceful Wave Steps unfolded, making him appear as a streak of black lightning against the night sky. A faint, enigmatic smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes sparkled with cunning intelligence.
“Han Mi Na, you think you are the hunter, but you don’t realize you are the prey,” Park Bucheng murmured to himself, his voice swallowed by the night wind.
On the outskirts of Seoul, an abandoned factory stood quietly in the darkness, resembling a beast lying in wait. Weeds grew thickly around it, and a few wild cats darted among the rusted machinery, making faint sounds.
Suddenly, a rustling noise emerged from the underbrush as several shadowy figures approached like phantoms, swiftly dispersing to surround the entire factory. Leading them was a tall woman—Prosecutor Han Mi Na. Clad in a black tactical suit, her expression was stern, and her gaze sharp as a blade.
“Zhao Yuhang, take A Team in from the East Side. Li Taemin, hold the west exit with B Team. The rest follow me through the front entrance,” Han Mi Na commanded in a low voice, her tone filled with undeniable authority.
Zhao Yuhang, a promising young prosecutor and Han Mi Na’s capable assistant, nodded and led several elite team members silently toward the East Side.
“Remember, Park Bucheng is extremely dangerous. Call for backup immediately if you encounter him; do not act alone,” Han Mi Na cautioned one last time, a flicker of worry crossing her eyes.
The last operation's disastrous failure had made her realize that Park Bucheng was no ordinary foe. That seemingly average gangster underling was actually shrewd and ruthless, leading to the complete annihilation of the large-scale operation launched by both the chaebols and the prosecution.
“This time, I will capture you myself!” Han Mi Na gritted her teeth, tightening her grip on her gun.
Unbeknownst to her, Park Bucheng had been waiting patiently in the shadows of the factory. He crouched on a high steel beam, observing everything below with interest like a cat toying with its prey as he watched Han Mi Na’s every move.
“You’re quicker than I expected,” Park Bucheng chuckled softly, amusement flickering in his eyes. He had anticipated that Han Mi Na would take matters into her own hands and had deliberately chosen this abandoned factory as their battleground.
The interior of the factory was spacious and cluttered with machinery haphazardly piled up, creating a natural maze. Park Bucheng knew every corner here; it was his territory.
Han Mi Na led her team cautiously into the factory, beams from their flashlights slicing through the darkness like silver lines. The air inside was cold and damp, filled with the smell of rust and oil; their footsteps echoed loudly in the vast space, sounding particularly jarring.
“Be careful; there may be an ambush here,” Han Mi Na warned as she scanned her surroundings warily, feeling an unsettling sense of foreboding.
At that moment, a metallic clanging sound echoed from a distance, and Han Mi Na immediately raised her handgun, signaling her team to halt.
"There's movement over there!" one of the team members whispered.
Han Mi Na gestured for her team to cautiously approach the source of the sound. However, when they arrived, they found only a wild cat jumping off a machine and disappearing into the darkness.
"Just a false alarm." Han Mi Na sighed in relief, but her vigilance remained undiminished.
Suddenly, a low, sinister laugh resonated from above, sending chills down their spines.
"Prosecutor Han, we meet again."
Everyone looked up in shock to see Park Bucheng standing on a high steel beam, looking down at them with a mocking smile on his face.
"Park Bucheng!" Han Mi Na shouted sharply as she aimed her gun at him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of gunfire shattered the night as bullets whizzed toward Park Bucheng.
However, Park Bucheng's figure moved like a ghost, effortlessly dodging all the bullets with a slight sway. He arched gracefully through the air and landed steadily on the ground, just ten meters away from Han Mi Na.
"Prosecutor Han, your shooting skills could use some improvement," Park Bucheng said with a smirk, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Get him!" Han Mi Na shouted angrily, and several team members rushed forward.
Unfazed, Park Bucheng pivoted on his feet and executed the Graceful Wave Steps, weaving through the advancing team members like a specter. Each of his movements flowed seamlessly, resembling a beautiful dance.
Bang! One team member swung a punch at him, but Park Bucheng merely sidestepped lightly, grasping the opponent's wrist and twisting it gently. With a sharp crack, the man fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
Another team member launched a surprise attack from behind, but Park Bucheng did not turn around. With a precise back kick, he struck the opponent's abdomen, sending the man flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily against the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"So this is the elite of the Prosecutor's Office?" Park Bucheng scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
At that moment, Zhao Yuhang launched an assault from the side, delivering a whip kick aimed directly at Park Bucheng's face. Park Bucheng was slightly startled and hurriedly stepped back to evade, but still felt a sharp pain as the kick grazed his shoulder.
"Not bad, kid. You've got some skills," Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, his expression turning serious.
Zhao Yuhang did not give Park Bucheng a chance to catch his breath. His fists and feet moved like the wind, each strike fierce and relentless, forcing Park Bucheng to retreat repeatedly. For a moment, Park Bucheng found himself at a disadvantage, the relaxed expression on his face completely gone.
"Park Bucheng, your end is near!" Zhao Yuhang shouted, launching a straight punch that shot toward Park Bucheng's chest like a cannonball.
Park Bucheng's expression changed; in a panic, he raised his hand to block, but the force of the punch was so strong that it sent him staggering back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, Park Bucheng, it turns out you're nothing special!" Zhao Yuhang exclaimed triumphantly as he pressed the attack.
Seeing this, Han Mi Na joined the fray as well. The two coordinated seamlessly, attacking Park Bucheng from both sides with lethal strikes.
Park Bucheng was cornered and had already taken several heavy blows; his breath began to grow erratic.
"Damn it, this kid is a bit tricky," Park Bucheng cursed inwardly while reluctantly admitting that Zhao Yuhang's strength exceeded his expectations.
Just then, Zhao Yuhang suddenly changed tactics and executed a sweeping kick aimed at Park Bucheng's lower body. Caught off guard, Park Bucheng was knocked heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Get him!" Han Mi Na shouted loudly as several team members rushed forward to put handcuffs on Park Bucheng.
However, just when everyone thought victory was assured, Park Bucheng suddenly opened his eyes while lying on the ground, a cunning glint flashing in them.
"The game is over."
As the words fell, a powerful force seemed to erupt from within Park Bucheng, propelling him forward like an arrow released from a bow. He swiftly formed hand seals, and the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword burst forth from his fingertips, shooting out like a tangible force in all directions.
"Ah!" Several team members screamed as they were struck by the sword energy, collapsing instantly to the ground.
Zhao Yuhang was taken aback, hurriedly retreating, but Park Bucheng's speed was like lightning, and he appeared before him in an instant, delivering a blow from the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms to his chest.
"Bang!" Zhao Yuhang flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily against the wall, blood spilling from his mouth as he could no longer rise.
"Zhao Yuhang!" Han Mi Na exclaimed in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Park Bucheng slowly turned to face Han Mi Na, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Prosecutor Han, now it's just you left."
Han Mi Na gritted her teeth and assumed a fighting stance. "Park Bucheng, don't think you've won for sure!"
The two engaged in an instant clash, exchanging blows that were lethal. Han Mi Na's combat skills were indeed remarkable; she nearly struck Park Bucheng's vital points several times. However, Park Bucheng's martial arts were superior. With the Graceful Wave Steps in play, his movements became elusive and ghost-like.
"Bang!" Han Mi Na executed a whip kick aimed at Park Bucheng's face. He sidestepped to evade while simultaneously directing a Six Meridians Divine Sword strike toward her shoulder.
Han Mi Na felt pain shoot through her right arm, rendering it numb. Gritting her teeth, she drew a dagger with her left hand and lunged for Park Bucheng's throat.
Park Bucheng reacted swiftly, grabbing her wrist while delivering a knee strike to her abdomen. Han Mi Na let out a muffled groan as her body bent over, but seizing the opportunity, she raised her head and slammed her forehead into Park Bucheng's chin.
"Hiss!" Park Bucheng winced in pain and released her wrist. The two retreated several steps, warily eyeing each other.
"Prosecutor Han, your skills are impressive, but today you are destined to fail." Park Bucheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a glimmer of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
"Do you really think you've won, Park Bucheng?" Han Mi Na sneered. "You know, we have ample evidence proving that the Tai Chi Gang has been involved in multiple serious crimes. Even if you escape today, you won't escape the law's judgment!"
Park Bucheng, unfazed, pulled a USB drive from his pocket and toyed with it in his hand. "Is this what you're referring to?"
Han Mi Na's expression changed drastically. "How... how do you have that?"
"Prosecutor Han, you're too naive," Park Bucheng replied with a cold laugh. "Did you really think I wasn't aware of your plans? This operation has been under my control from the very beginning."
He slowly walked toward Han Mi Na, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And do you know what? These so-called 'evidences' are all fabricated. Who instructed you to do this? Corrupt elements within the prosecutor's office, or the Chaebol forces behind it?"
Han Mi Na's face turned even paler at his words.
"Prosecutor Han, you've been used," Park Bucheng continued. "You think you're upholding justice, but in reality, you've become a pawn for certain people. The corruption within the prosecutor's office is far worse than you can imagine."
Han Mi Na's gaze began to waver; Park Bucheng's words pierced through her deepest doubts like a sharp knife.
At that moment, her phone suddenly rang. She hesitated for a moment but eventually answered the call.
"Prosecutor Han, how is the operation going?" came Li Zhenghao's voice from the other end.
Han Mi Na glanced at Park Bucheng, who gestured for her to continue the conversation.
"Mr. Li, we... we failed," Han Mi Na said with difficulty.
"What? You useless bunch!" Li Zhenghao shouted angrily. "Forget it; this operation was just the beginning. I've already contacted higher-level people; our next move will be much bigger. Park Bucheng is as good as dead!"
As the call ended, Han Mi Na's expression grew even more complicated.
"It seems your boss is quite dissatisfied with you," Park Bucheng mocked. "Prosecutor Han, are you really willing to be someone else's pawn?"
Han Mi Na fell silent, a flicker of confusion crossing her eyes.
"I'll let you off the hook today, but next time we meet, I won't be so courteous," Park Bucheng said as he turned to leave, his silhouette appearing particularly imposing under the moonlight.
Han Mi Na watched him disappear into the night, her heart filled with complex emotions. She wasn't sure if she had truly been used, but Park Bucheng's words had indeed begun to make her question the true purpose of this operation.
Just as Park Bucheng was about to vanish into the darkness, Han Mi Na suddenly spoke up, "Park Bucheng, why are you telling me all this?"
Park Bucheng paused, glanced back at her, and a mysterious smile crept onto his lips. "Because the real enemy has yet to appear."
With that, his figure completely melted into the night, leaving Han Mi Na standing there, lost in thought.
Outside an abandoned factory, a black sedan quietly parked in the shadows. Inside, a blurred figure was observing everything through binoculars.
"Interesting, very interesting," the person murmured to themselves, a cold glint flashing in their eyes. "Park Bucheng, you're proving to be much more difficult than I anticipated."
They picked up their phone and dialed a number. "Prepare to initiate the next phase of the plan; contact the military."
A respectful voice responded from the other end of the line. "Yes, Mr. Jin."
As night deepened, a greater storm was quietly brewing.
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