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The police sirens tore through the night sky, red and blue lights flashing like the sinister grin of a demon.
Park Bucheng and Xiao Mi blended into the panicking crowd, their hearts racing and adrenaline surging.
Xiao Mi tightly grasped Park Bucheng's hand, her high heels twisting awkwardly in the chaos, nearly causing her to fall.
Park Bucheng reacted swiftly, steadying her as he whispered, "Hold on to me, don’t get left behind."
They stumbled through the throng, finally shaking off the police pursuit as they ducked into a dimly lit alley.
Xiao Mi gasped for breath, still shaken. "That scared me to death! Luckily, you're so skilled."
Park Bucheng forced a casual smile. "No big deal; this kind of situation is nothing."
Yet inside, he was calculating the night’s gains, which far exceeded his expectations.
Not only had he witnessed the collusion between gangsters and chaebols firsthand, but he had also copied crucial evidence.
More importantly, he had demonstrated his capabilities in front of Li Zhenghao, earning his trust.
This laid a solid foundation for his upcoming plans.
"Don't tell anyone about tonight," Park Bucheng said seriously. "Especially not the boss."
Xiao Mi nodded, a glimmer of admiration in her eyes. "I understand; you can count on me."
Park Bucheng patted her shoulder. "Alright, you should head back now. I have a few things to take care of."
Xiao Mi hesitated for a moment but eventually left.
In the alley, only Park Bucheng remained.
He pulled a USB drive from his pocket and examined it closely under the dim streetlight.
This small USB drive was like a ticking time bomb, capable of destroying the alliance between Li Zhenghao and the Chaebol.
However, now was not the time to detonate it.
He needed a more opportune moment, one that would maximize benefits while minimizing risks.
He squinted, envisioning the faces of Li Zhenghao, Kim Jeong-hwan, and those Chaebol representatives in his mind.
This game had only just begun.
He turned and vanished into the night.
The next day, Park Bucheng arrived at a secret bar in Seoul as agreed.
This bar served as a hidden stronghold for gangsters, accessible only to core members.
The dim lighting, loud music, and the air thick with the scent of alcohol and smoke created an intense atmosphere.
Park Bucheng found a corner to sit in, ordered a glass of whiskey, and savored it slowly.
He needed to wait for an opportunity—one that would allow him to gather more intelligence.
Before long, a burly gang leader approached and sat down across from him.
“ brother Park, the boss is looking for you.”
Park Bucheng felt a stir in his heart; he knew the opportunity had arrived.
He followed the Gang Leader to a private room in the bar.
Inside the room, Li Zhenghao was discussing something with several Gang Leaders.
“ brother Park, you’re here,” Li Zhenghao said with a slight smile upon seeing Park Bucheng. “Come, sit.”
Park Bucheng respectfully took a seat, quietly observing the situation.
“We are discussing how to deal with those guys from East District,” Li Zhenghao said. “What are your thoughts?”
Park Bucheng pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Boss, I believe we shouldn’t confront them head-on; we should use our wits instead.”
“Oh? What do you mean?” Li Zhenghao asked with interest.
“The East District has the Americans backing them. If we engage them directly, we will definitely suffer losses,” Park Bucheng analyzed. “Instead, we should feign weakness to lull them into complacency, then look for an opportunity to strike decisively.”
“Good idea!” one of the Gang Leaders praised. “ brother Park is indeed clever.”
Li Zhenghao nodded as well. “Indeed, your idea has great feasibility.”
He paused for a moment before adding, “However, what we lack most right now is intelligence.”
Park Bucheng felt a surge of excitement; he knew his chance to shine had come.
"Boss, I might be able to help," he said. "I know someone who's very familiar with the people from the East District. Perhaps I can extract some information from him."
"Really?" A glint of interest flashed in Li Zhenghao's eyes. "Who is he?"
Park Bucheng smiled mysteriously. "Boss, this person has a special identity, so I can't reveal his name for now."
"But rest assured, I will do my best to get the information."
Li Zhenghao pondered for a moment and replied, "Alright, I trust you."
"This matter is now in your hands."
Park Bucheng felt a surge of joy within; he knew he had successfully gained Li Zhenghao's trust.
Next, it was time for him to put his plan into action.
He left the private room and moved to a corner of the bar, dialing a number.
"Hello, it's me," he whispered. "I need you to look into someone..."
On the other end, a cold voice responded, "Go ahead."
Park Bucheng provided the target's name and identity.
"Got it," the voice replied. "I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Park Bucheng couldn't help but smirk to himself.
Li Zhenghao, along with those Chaebols, just wait for my revenge!
He raised his glass and downed it in one gulp.
In the bar, the music remained loud and the lights dim.
However, in Park Bucheng's eyes, everything became clear.
He knew he was standing at the center of this game.
And he would be the ultimate winner.
At that moment, the door to the private room suddenly swung open, and a man in a suit stepped out.
He looked around, seemingly searching for something.
Park Bucheng recognized him immediately; he was Park Chang-jun, the representative of the Taiji Consortium.
Park Chang-jun approached the bar and whispered a few words to the bartender.
The bartender nodded and turned to head into the kitchen.
A spark of realization ignited in Park Bucheng's mind; he knew that Park Chang-jun must be up to something secretive.
He quietly followed him.
Park Chang-jun entered the kitchen and began a low conversation with a tall chef.
The chef took a package out of the refrigerator and handed it to Park Chang-jun.
Park Chang-jun accepted the package and turned to leave the kitchen.
Park Bucheng, hiding in the shadows, watched everything unfold.
He speculated that the package must contain something important.
Determined to find out what Park Chang-jun was up to, he quietly followed him out of the bar.
Park Chang-jun got into a black sedan and quickly drove away.
Park Bucheng hurriedly hailed a taxi and pursued him relentlessly.
The black sedan weaved through the streets of Seoul before finally stopping in front of a luxurious villa.
Park Chang-jun exited the car and walked into the villa.
Park Bucheng paid the fare and got out to observe.
The villa was heavily guarded, with several bodyguards in black standing at the entrance.
Getting inside would likely not be easy.
He squinted his eyes, quickly brainstorming a plan in his mind.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a plan.
He turned around and vanished into the night...
Inside the villa, Park Chang-jun was having a secret meeting with a mysterious figure.
"Did you bring the items?" the mysterious figure asked.
Park Chang-jun nodded and placed the package on the table.
The mysterious figure opened the package to reveal a Black Box.
He lifted the lid, and inside was a sparkling diamond.
"Excellent," the mysterious figure said with satisfaction. "With this diamond, we can..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the lights in the villa suddenly went out.
"What’s happening?" the mysterious figure exclaimed.
"Intruder alert!" shouted a bodyguard.
Chaos erupted in the villa...
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