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Park Bucheng blended into the night like a specter.
He circled around to the back of the villa and, aided by the sparse moonlight, discovered a window left unlocked. Fresh traces of soil remained on the windowsill, as if someone had deliberately left them.
With a gentle push, the window opened silently, and a wave of air mixed with mildew and tobacco hit him in the face.
He slipped into the villa, moving lightly and without disturbing anyone. He landed soundlessly, like a nocturnal cat.
Inside, the villa was shrouded in darkness, with only faint sounds of commotion echoing from afar, interspersed with muffled roars of anger, resembling a pack of beasts fighting over territory.
Following the noise, he arrived at the hall and held his breath, concealing himself behind heavy curtains.
In the hall, the light from a crystal chandelier cascaded down, illuminating a chaotic brawl. A group of black-clad bodyguards was attacking several mysterious figures, exchanging blows that were lethal. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and blood, making one feel nauseous.
Park Bucheng hid in the shadows, narrowing his eyes like a poised leopard ready to pounce, observing the situation.
Though outnumbered, the mysterious figures displayed exceptional skills; their moves were fierce and ruthless as they fought against the bodyguards in a deadlock. Amidst flashes of blades and glimmers of cold steel, danger lurked.
Park Bucheng squinted and recognized one of the mysterious figures. It was Park Chang-jun, the representative of the Taiji Consortium. The face that usually wore a hypocritical smile was now twisted in rage and fear.
It seemed that tonight's intruders were targeting Park Chang-jun. Damn it, these Chaebol brats really had some nerve to come into Gangster territory and cause trouble!
Park Bucheng felt a surge of delight; this was an excellent opportunity for him.
He could sit back and watch them fight to exhaustion before stepping in to clean up the mess. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—this was his specialty.
He quietly moved closer to the battlefield, his steps light as a ghost, ready to seize the moment.
Suddenly, a bodyguard in black seemed to sense something and sharply turned his head toward the curtain where he was hiding, barking, "Who’s there?"
Damn it! I’ve been exposed!
Park Bucheng cursed inwardly, knowing he could no longer remain hidden; otherwise, he would become a sitting duck.
Without hesitation, he dashed out from behind the curtain like a wraith, joining the fray.
Utilizing the Graceful Wave Steps, he weaved effortlessly through the crowd, moving like a ghost. His movements were as quick as lightning, erratic and disorienting, leaving everyone bewildered.
The bodyguards were thrown into confusion by his agile maneuvers, unable to catch even a glimpse of him. They flailed about like headless flies, yet they could never touch the hem of his garment.
Seizing the opportunity, Park Bucheng struck out, targeting several bodyguards' pressure points to render them immobile. His strikes were precise and ruthless; each blow landed perfectly, causing his opponents to lose their combat effectiveness in an instant.
The mysterious figures also took advantage of the chaos to counterattack, swiftly subduing the remaining bodyguards. They coordinated seamlessly, their techniques fierce, quickly gaining control of the situation.
Park Chang-jun approached Park Bucheng, surprise flickering in his eyes. He scrutinized Park Bucheng from head to toe, his gaze filled with suspicion and curiosity.
"Who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with caution.
Park Bucheng smiled slightly, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. "I’m here to help you." His voice was deep and magnetic, making it hard not to trust him.
Park Chang-jun regarded him warily, clearly not fully convinced. "Why would you help me?" he pressed, skepticism evident in his eyes.
Shrugging nonchalantly, Park Bucheng replied, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
After a moment's contemplation, weighing the pros and cons, Park Chang-jun ultimately chose to trust Park Bucheng. "Alright, I believe you," he said decisively.
"We need to get out of here," he said, scanning the surroundings with a wary gaze.
The group quickly left the villa, vanishing into the night.
Outside, the sound of police sirens grew louder, echoing like a death knell.
It seemed someone had called the police. Damn it, this group just wouldn't let go!
They had to leave quickly; otherwise, they would be surrounded by the authorities.
Park Bucheng led them down a dimly lit, narrow alley. The stench of garbage filled the air, making it hard to breathe.
"We'll go this way," he said, his tone firm and decisive.
They sprinted through the alley, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night like a band of fugitives.
The sound of police cars drew nearer, as if they were being chased, sending chills down their spines.
They needed to pick up the pace; time was running out.
Suddenly, a high wall loomed ahead, blocking their path.
"What do we do?" Park Chang-jun asked anxiously, desperation lacing his voice.
Park Bucheng smiled slightly, revealing a set of white teeth. "Don't worry."
With a leap, he effortlessly scaled the wall, moving with the grace of a bird in flight.
"Follow me," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
The others climbed over the high wall, their movements not as fluid as Park Bucheng's, but they managed to make it without incident.
They finally shook off the police pursuit, disappearing into the vast night.
The next day, an emergency meeting was convened within the Gangster organization. The meeting room was shrouded in smoke, the atmosphere tense, like the calm before a storm.
The topic of discussion was how to respond to the Chaebol's conspiracy.
Leaders from various factions gathered together, the tension palpable. Each of them wore a serious expression, their eyes filled with anxiety and unease.
Li Zhenghao sat at the head of the table, his face dark like an enraged lion. He banged on the table forcefully, producing a dull thud that attempted to quell the noise in the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe you all know by now that the Chaebol is secretly manipulating us," he said, his tone low and powerful, each word detonating like a bomb in the meeting room.
"They want to divide us and incite us to fight among ourselves so they can profit from our chaos." His gaze was sharp as he scanned each person present, as if trying to see through them.
"We cannot let them succeed!" He slammed his hand on the table again, creating a loud bang that splashed water from the teacups.
The other leaders nodded in agreement, their faces flushed with righteous indignation, like a herd of enraged bulls.
"What should we do then?" one leader asked, his voice filled with confusion and helplessness.
Li Zhenghao pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering as if contemplating a strategy. "We must unite and fight back against the Chaebol," he declared firmly and powerfully.
"But we also have internal conflicts," another leader interjected, his tone tinged with resignation.
"Yes, there are conflicts of interest between us," another leader echoed, his tone filled with concern.
Li Zhenghao surveyed the crowd, his gaze radiating authority. "I know that we have some differences," he said, his tone softening slightly.
"But now, we must put aside our prejudices and unite against external threats." His voice grew firm once more.
"Only in this way can we survive," his eyes were filled with determination.
His words resonated with the crowd. They nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with hope.
"The boss is right; we must come together."
"Indeed, we can't let the Chaebol see us as a joke."
Li Zhenghao nodded in satisfaction, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "Good, since everyone is in agreement, let's start discussing specific plans."
At that moment, Park Bucheng walked in. He moved with steady steps and a determined gaze, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
He approached Li Zhenghao directly and said, "Boss, I have a suggestion."
Li Zhenghao looked at him and asked, "What suggestion?"
Park Bucheng smiled slightly and leaned in to whisper a few words in his ear.
After listening, Li Zhenghao's face broke into a smile. "Great idea!" he said. "Let's do it!"
After the meeting concluded, Park Bucheng sought out Park Chang-jun.
"I need your help," he said.
Park Chang-jun looked at him and asked, "What is it?"
Park Bucheng shared his plan with him.
After listening, Park Chang-jun's expression changed dramatically. "This is too dangerous!" he exclaimed. "You could die!"
Park Bucheng smiled slightly and replied, "You can't catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den."
"I believe I can do it."
Park Chang-jun gazed into his determined eyes and finally nodded. "Alright, I'll help you," he said.
"But you must be careful."
Park Bucheng patted his shoulder and assured him, "Don't worry, I will."
He turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the night.
A thrilling struggle was about to begin...
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