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After Becoming a Martial Arts Master, I Went Undercover in Taiji Nation: Book 1
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Park Bucheng suddenly opened his eyes, the acrid smell of smoke and alcohol hitting him like a heavy punch. He coughed a few times, his stomach churning as if it might expel the remnants of last night's meal. The stench was a hundred times worse than anything he had ever smelled near a garbage heap.
He realized he was curled up on a dilapidated sofa, one that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years, exuding a nauseating moldy odor. The dimly lit basement around him was adorned with gaudy posters, featuring scantily clad women winking at him, sending chills down his spine. A flickering yellow bulb overhead threatened to go out at any moment, casting eerie shadows throughout the room.
"Where the hell am I?" Park Bucheng instinctively touched his face and felt a pair of black-framed glasses. They were filthy, covered in grease and fingerprints, the lenses smudged enough to make the world appear foggy.
Not far away, a cacophony of footsteps approached, heavy and powerful like the hooves of a beast trampling on the floor. Accompanying the footsteps were crude laughter and vulgar banter that pierced his ears like needles, filling him with disgust.
Park Bucheng quickly shut his eyes and pretended to sleep, his heart pounding like a drum. He had no idea where he was or what would happen next; the fear of the unknown was suffocating.
"Is that useless piece of trash still asleep?" A rough male voice boomed like thunder beside him, causing his eardrums to ring. "Damn it, kick him awake!"
Before Park Bucheng could react, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen as if he had been rammed by a wild bull. He curled up in agony, unable to suppress a groan.
"Get up! Brother Li wants to see you!" A bald man roughly grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up like he was lifting a chick. Park Bucheng felt as if his neck might snap, struggling to breathe.
Now he had a chance to carefully observe his surroundings. The basement was filled with seven or eight intimidating thugs, each one muscular and imposing, forming walls around him. Their bodies were adorned with grotesque tattoos of skulls and snakes, their eyes fierce enough to suggest they might pounce on him at any moment.
"Wh-where am I?" Park Bucheng feigned fear, his voice trembling like that of a frightened rabbit.
"What are you pretending for? You little punk stole Brother Li's money and now you want to act like you’ve lost your memory?" The bald man mercilessly slapped him across the face, the fiery pain spreading instantly.
That slap felt like lightning striking through Park Bucheng's foggy memories. He recalled that the original owner of this body was a small-time thug in the Taiji Nation's West District Gangster group who had been caught after stealing from the gang.
"Damn it!" Park Bucheng cursed inwardly. What kind of cliché plot is this? How did a law-abiding citizen like him end up in the body of a gangster underling?
"I'm... I'm really sorry, I know I was wrong..." Park Bucheng lowered his head, feigning a look of deep regret while his mind raced to devise a plan. He felt like a lamb awaiting slaughter, trapped in the clutches of these ferocious wolves, and any misstep could lead to him being torn apart.
Several thugs roughly shoved him, pushing him up the stairs to a lavishly decorated office. This office stood in stark contrast to the dark, damp basement he had just come from; it was adorned with soft carpets and expensive furniture, and the air was filled with a faint scent of cigars.
A burly man with a scar sat on a leather sofa, exhaling clouds of smoke. He was tall and imposing, radiating an aura that made it clear he was not someone to be trifled with. He was Li Zhenghao, the leader of the West District Gang.
"Kneel!" The bald man kicked Park Bucheng in the knee, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
Park Bucheng gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his knee while cursing inwardly, "Damn it, these guys are so arrogant. Just wait until I turn my fortunes around; I'll make you pay for this!"
"Kid, do you know what happens to those who steal from the gang?" Li Zhenghao exhaled a puff of smoke, his gaze cold and predatory, like that of a snake.
At that moment, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in Park Bucheng's mind: "Ding! Host detected in a state of danger; martial arts inheritance system activated!"
"Congratulations, host has acquired 'Graceful Wave Steps' from 'Tian Long Ba Bu'!"
Park Bucheng's heart leaped with joy; this was like a timely gift! With 'Graceful Wave Steps,' he at least had a glimmer of hope for escape. However, on the surface, he continued to act as if he were on the verge of tears. "Brother Li, I really know I was wrong. Please give me another chance..."
"Another chance?" Li Zhenghao sneered. "Someone, break his legs!"
Several thugs immediately rolled up their sleeves and surrounded him, but Park Bucheng's eyes subtly sharpened.
Just as one thug swung his fist toward him, Park Bucheng felt an unusual surge of power coursing through his body. He lightly tapped his foot and seemed to float backward like a falling leaf, effortlessly dodging the thug's attack.
"What?" The thugs were stunned; they had not expected this frail-looking kid to possess such agility.
Park Bucheng was taken aback himself; the Graceful Wave Steps was surprisingly profound. His body moved with an incredible lightness, as if he could merge into the air at any moment.
Li Zhenghao squinted, revealing a hint of interest. "This is quite intriguing..."
Several thugs charged at him again, but Park Bucheng slipped through them like a slippery eel, weaving back and forth without anyone able to touch the hem of his clothes. His movements were erratic; sometimes he darted left, sometimes he veered right, like a nimble swallow dancing in the air.
"Enough!" Li Zhenghao suddenly spoke, his voice carrying an air of authority that made everyone stop in their tracks.
Park Bucheng also stood still, pretending to be out of breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Li Zhenghao stared at Park Bucheng for a long moment before breaking into a smile. "Kid, your footwork is impressive. How about this: we'll let this matter slide this time. Just make sure to do well in the future."
Park Bucheng quickly bowed his head. "Thank you, Brother Li! Thank you, Brother Li!"
"Get lost." Li Zhenghao waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly.
Park Bucheng scrambled out of the office, but just as he turned to leave, a sly smile crept onto his lips.
Just as he was about to exit the gang's hideout, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Stop!" A cold voice rang out. "Brother Li has changed his mind..."
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