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Park Bucheng felt a chill run down his neck, and his body instantly stiffened. Damn, had he been exposed so quickly? His mind raced as his fingers trembled slightly, preparing to unleash the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
"Turn around." The voice behind him was as cold as ice, sharp enough to make his eardrums ache.
Park Bucheng slowly turned, his heart pounding like a drum. Before him stood a tall woman with a sleek bob that glinted coldly under the dim streetlight. In her hand, she held a dagger, its blade glinting ominously as it pointed directly at his throat.
"Li Meili?" Park Bucheng recognized her and let out a long breath, the tension in his body easing instantly. "You nearly scared me to death; I almost had to cosplay as a blind monk." He feigned nonchalance by patting his chest, but he couldn't hide the fleeting glimmer of killing intent in his eyes.
"Shh!" Li Meili raised a finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet. Her vigilant gaze swept over the dark corners around them like a watchful leopard ready to pounce on its prey. "I just came from the club and found something interesting. We need to leave here quickly."
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, secretly speculating: This woman wouldn't be trying to pull some tricks, would she? He pretended to act casual as he took a half step back, creating some space while discreetly observing Li Meili's movements, ready for any sudden developments. He pondered the value of the intelligence regarding Southern District's plans against West District; it was significant, but he needed to figure out how to utilize it properly. This was a great opportunity for advancement—if handled correctly, he might even replace that old fox, Li Zhenghao.
Li Meili sheathed her dagger and turned to leave, her steps light yet imbued with undeniable resolve. Park Bucheng followed closely behind her, his thoughts swirling like a tangled mess.
By the time they returned to the base, it was already three in the morning. Under the dim lights, Li Zhenghao sat in his office, an ashtray overflowing with cigar butts on his desk, the air thick with the pungent scent of nicotine. It seemed this old fox hadn’t slept well either; Park Bucheng smirked inwardly, realizing he too sensed the gravity of the situation.
"Let’s hear it. What’s going on?" Li Zhenghao cut straight to the chase, his tone low and tinged with barely concealed impatience.
Park Bucheng feigned exhaustion, rubbing his temples. "Boss, there’s definitely something stirring in Southern District. They've been moving personnel frequently; it seems like they're preparing for something big." He paused deliberately to gauge Li Zhenghao's reaction before continuing, "But I need to investigate further to determine their specific target." He decided to withhold the information about Southern District's intentions against West District for now, buying himself more time to strategize.
Li Zhenghao narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing as if he could see through him. "What are you hiding?"
"No, boss," Park Bucheng quickly explained. "I just think things aren’t that simple. The movements from Southern District are too unusual; I’m worried there might be a trap." He emphasized caution in their actions to avoid falling into their schemes.
Li Zhenghao stared at him for a while before suddenly laughing. "Alright, kid. You know what to say and what not to say." He continued, "It seems I was right about you; you have potential."
Park Bucheng's heart tightened. This old fox, could he have seen through something? He struggled to maintain his composure, not letting any emotion slip.
"Boss, I think we need to change our approach," he quickly shifted the topic. "During this infiltration, I found numerous flaws in the Southern District's defenses—poor personnel allocation, rigid patrol routes, and blind spots in the surveillance system… If we operate like that, it’s only a matter of time before something goes wrong." He began to analyze, listing the vulnerabilities he had observed in the Southern District's defenses and proposing a new defense plan.
Li Zhenghao nodded repeatedly, a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. "Not bad, you have some ideas." He added, "Alright, you’re in charge of drafting a new defense plan. Make sure it’s foolproof."
Park Bucheng felt a surge of joy inside. This was exactly what he wanted! Mastering the defense system meant holding the lifeline of the Gangster; soon enough, Li Zhenghao's position…
"By the way," Li Zhenghao suddenly asked, "How are Jingang and Li Meili performing?"
Park Bucheng hesitated for a moment. "Jingang is quite capable in a fight but can be a bit reckless and impulsive." He continued, "As for Li Meili… she’s sharp and knows how to handle situations well."
Li Zhenghao gave him a meaningful look. "Alright, you can go back and rest now. Bring me the detailed report tomorrow."
As Park Bucheng stepped out of the office, he let out a sigh of relief. He knew Li Zhenghao would definitely send someone to keep an eye on him. This old fox had quite the paranoia. However, this also provided him with an opportunity to lay out his plans and gain better control over the situation.
Back in his room, Park Bucheng began writing the report. He buried the intelligence about the Southern District's impending move against the West District deep within his words, subtly hinting at some crises while emphasizing the importance of improving Gangster's defenses. He spoke of what needed to be said and concealed what should remain hidden; this was his way of survival.
By the time he finished the report, dawn had arrived. Standing by the window and watching the rising sun, a cold smile crept across Park Bucheng's face. Li Zhenghao, you want to test me? Bring it on; let’s see who outsmarts whom.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. A text from an unknown number read: "You're clever, but sometimes intelligence can backfire. Be careful; someone has their eyes on you."
Park Bucheng frowned. Who was this? A warning or a threat? Just as he was about to delete the message, his phone vibrated again. This time it was Li Zhenghao: "Come to my office right away, there's an important task."
Looking at the two messages, Park Bucheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. This morning was likely going to be anything but peaceful.
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