A loud explosion outside the villa broke the silence like a stone tossed into still water, instantly startling everyone inside.
The real Mr Park stood by the window, half pulling aside the curtain to quietly look out. It was pitch-black in the heavy rain. Suddenly, the security monitors on the table beeped sharply— everything happening outside flashed onto the screens. But Park only sneered, gently rubbing his clean-shaven chin.
"Unexpected guests... but not a bad thing," he muttered."That useless young master will make a perfect shield. I'll stay here and command safely from behind."
He pressed a button.
"Activate all defense systems!"
Then, calmly, he turned to the liquor cabinet, took out a brandy glass, added some ice, poured the amber liquid, and flipped on an old phonograph hidden in a secret room.
1950s American jazz floated warmly through the air.
Park moved a hidden lever, and the wine cabinet silently slid open, revealing a private elevator.
Meanwhile, another"Mr Park"— really the young master in disguise— swaggered toward the front door, flanked by heavily armed bodyguards. As the security guards burst in, he faced them with a sharp, fearless gaze.
"Boss! The perimeter alarm has been triggered— intruders!" one of the guards reported anxiously, his voice trembling.
Before he could finish, a heavy thud echoed from the front gate, shaking the ground under their feet.
A flash of fire lit up the rain, but the thick, steel-reinforced door didn't even dent.
The fake Mr Park tilted his chin up slightly, his cold eyes flashing with disdain. A mocking smirk tugged at his lips as he spoke in a deep, commanding voice:
"Hmph. Pathetic."
He swept his gaze over the room, his voice steady but full of undeniable authority.
"Didn't I install two combat robots? Turn them on. Now."
For a second, the air froze.
The bodyguards exchanged glances, frowning slightly. The boss's tone today sounded far more arrogant and cocky than usual.
"Sir... should we alert the military?"
"For this bunch of nobodies?" the fake Park scoffed. He grabbed a sniper rifle, slung it over his shoulder, and dashed excitedly up to the second-floor balcony, striking a showy pose as he scanned for targets.
Tonight's action was nothing like the usual petty skirmishes.
Despite their doubts, the guards snapped into motion. They secured all entrances and activated the war robots.
With a mechanical clank, two hidden automated guns popped out near the door, their barrels gleaming.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Bullets poured into the dense forest, shredding bushes and snapping trees like matchsticks.
The hidden attackers were pinned down, unable to lift their heads.
The entire villa was instantly engulfed in the harsh smell of gunpowder and the tense hum of battle.
At that moment, a close bodyguard leaned over and whispered urgently:
"Sir... the real Mr Park is missing. He might be planning something."
The young master turned to him, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes, as if he had just heard a joke.
He lazily patted the guard's shoulder and said in a drawl,
"He's just a coward. Go— find me some targets."
Gunfire erupted again. The sniper rifle's sharp cracks echoed as wood chips and leaves flew everywhere.
Ten minutes earlier, deep in the forest.
The rain poured down in sheets, hammering on helmets with a sharp crackle.
In the shadows, the Big Chief stood bristling with tension, violent flames burning in his eyes. He gripped a battle axe tightly, ready to strike.
Maverick grabbed his arm and hissed,
"Calm down! That villa isn't defended like normal. If you charge head-on, we'll be wiped out in five minutes."
The Big Chief gritted his teeth.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Maverick narrowed his eyes, sharp as a blade.
"Send Shen Lu and a Skinners warrior to cause a distraction at the front. The rest of us will circle around the back."
The Big Chief held his rage for a moment before nodding fiercely.
Silently, Shen Lu and a Skinners warrior began creeping toward the villa.
The forest edge was muddy and treacherous. Sometimes there wasn't even a real path. Finally, the Skinners warrior slung Shen Lu onto his back and climbed steadily forward.
Rain blinded Shen Lu, and his back pressed cold against the warrior's armor. He cursed under his breath but dared not make a sound.
Near the front gate, they slipped into the darkness.
The Skinners warrior moved swiftly, pulling out two handmade bombs and shoving them into Shen Lu's hands.
Shen Lu gritted his teeth and hurled them.
BOOM! BOOM!
Fire lit up the rain-soaked night. Thick smoke billowed, ripping apart the stillness.
Instantly, the villa's alarms blared, and the war robots at the gate sprang to life, their machine guns roaring.
Shen Lu flattened himself against the ground, barely avoiding being thrown by the blast wave.
Cursing Maverick in his heart—"Small distraction, my ass!"— he clung to the mud, cold sweat and rain mixing on his face.
The Skinners warrior, meanwhile, stayed motionless, cold as a snake coiled in water, his eyes sharp and calm.
Bullets raked the ground, tearing the forest to shreds.
Shen Lu hugged a thick tree trunk, heart pounding so wildly he thought it might burst. He didn't dare move, barely breathing.
Inside the villa, the real Mr Park sat comfortably in his secret room, watching the surveillance feed, a cold smirk on his lips.
"Such small tricks. They think they can break into my house?"
Relieved, he watched as, outside, the guards— eager to impress the"young master"— scrambled into the rain to chase the intruders, leaving gaps in the defense.
This turn of events was far beyond Shen Lu's expectations.
Seizing the chance, he bolted— only to find that more guards were storming up the hill from below, trapping him from both sides.
In the rain, the hidden Skinners warrior finally struck.
A dark figure flickered through the downpour like death's whisper.
CRACK.
The first guard's neck snapped silently. He fell without a sound.
A flash of cold steel— the second guard's throat split open, blood mixing instantly with the rain.
Lights flickered wildly.
The scattered guards, like panicked ants, stumbled in confusion.
Some tried to shoot but froze— it was too hard to tell friend from foe in the dark, and one wrong shot could kill their own men.
The Skinners warrior showed no mercy. He slipped through the chaos like a phantom, dropping two more guards in the blink of an eye.
Blood and rainwater mingled on the ground, trickling down the steps toward the villa.
Inside the gate, the fake Mr Park finally saw the situation clearly.
His face twisted with rage.
"BASTARDS!"
His roar shook the hall.
With a sweeping gesture, he commanded the war robots.
Their barrels spun with a roar—
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
The entrance erupted in gunfire, shredding the panicked men outside.
Blood sprayed. Screams were drowned under the relentless hail of bullets.
Under the floodlights, the mist of blood painted the rain-soaked night red.
Meanwhile, in the chaos, Shen Lu was captured.
Two guards wrestled him to the ground, bound his hands behind his back, and dragged him like a trussed-up animal toward the villa.
The Skinners warrior melted back into the night, leaving only corpses behind.
Soon, Shen Lu, tied up and dripping wet, was dumped roughly at the villa steps.
The fake Mr Park burst out laughing and strode forward, watching the scene like it was the best entertainment he had ever seen.