The fake Wang Wei was stunned. "W-What are you talking about?!"
Baki raised his hand. Wang Wei raised his hands protectively and shut his eyes. But Baki didn't harm him. Instead Baki patted his bald head. "There's no need lie. You wouldn't want me to get angry, right?"
Fake Wang Wei was scared. He started sweating. "I-I don't know!"
Baki smiled. "Is that so? That's bad. I guess you're useless then." Baki picked up the fake Wang Wei with one hand and smashed through the glass window.
Fake Wang Wei was scared. He was hanging from the 30th floor. Wind hit him. He couldn't even see all the way down. If he dropped from here, his body will be crushed. He started crying and begging. "I-I am s-sorry! Please don't d-drop me! I will answer! I will answer!"
Baki smiled. "Then start by telling what you're doing here."
Fake Wang Wei cried. " F-Few years ago bunch of men k-kidnapped me. They promised me wealth in exchange of becoming a CEO here! I thought it was a win win s-situation. So I agreed! I don't know anything else! I promise!"
Baki pulled the man inside and threw him on the floor. "How do you contact them?"
Fake Wang Wei pointed at the camera. "T-They are watching me through the cameras. By n-now they should've taken action, but they haven't come yet. I don't know how to contact them!"
Baki glanced at the camera's. "Is that so? So even you don't know much?" Baki tapped his feet against the floor. "Should I wait here for them to come?"
Just as Baki was contemplating, the office door flung towards him. Baki smiled was he smacked the door aside. "Here they are."
But to Baki's surprise, the armed men burst through the shattered doorway with their guns up. Bullets ripped through the air—one hit the fake Wang Wei in the shoulder, spinning him around. Another caught his leg. He fell with a scream. They didn't seem to care for him one bit.
Baki's eyes went cold. These guys weren't here to rescue anyone. They were here to kill.
The first gunman fired at Baki's chest. But Baki was already moving.
He rolled forward fast, the bullets flying over his back. The gunmen blinked, confused for just a second.
That second was all Baki needed.
He kicked the nearest attacker square in the jaw. Teeth scattered across the carpet. The man dropped, his gun clattering away.
"Guns aren't meant to be used so close," Baki said with a grin.
Two more fired from different sides, trying to trap him. Baki drove his knee into one man's chest hard enough to crack ribs, then extended the same leg to kick him into a bookshelf. The wood exploded on impact.
Without stopping, Baki spun and brought his heel down on another gunman's shoulder. Something broke with a loud crack. The man collapsed, his weapon sliding across the floor.
"Keep coming!" Baki's voice was excited, almost playful.
More poured through the door. How many were there? Didn't matter. To Baki, they were all just fodders.
A burst of automatic fire made Baki jump back. He landed near the broken window where wind howled through thirty floors up. The fake Wang Wei was crawling toward his desk, leaving a blood trail, sobbing.
Three gunmen moved forward together, weapons ready.
Baki's grin got wider.
He rushed the lead man before anyone could react, delivering a brutal overhead kick that hit twice—once on the way down, once on the bounce. The gunman's head slammed into the floor.
Another tried to aim. Baki saw it coming and stepped forward fast, bringing his leg down like an axe. The gunman barely rolled away—the kick cracked the marble floor where his head had been.
Baki faked his next attack, making the man raise his arms to block. Then he blocked a punch from someone else and drove his knee into that attacker's ribs. Bones broke. The man wheezed and dropped.
The office was destroyed now—furniture flipped over, bullet holes everywhere, bodies on the expensive carpet. The fake Wang Wei had crawled behind his desk, still crying.
A group near the entrance started firing together. Bullets tore through walls, shattered what windows were left, punched holes in the ceiling.
Baki crouched low, then jumped high with a fierce uppercut that caught one gunman under the chin. The man left his feet completely. Baki hit him again in midair with another uppercut, driving him even higher.
The body crashed back down through the conference table.
"You should've brought more guys," Baki said, landing easily.
The others were panicking now. One rushed at him with a knife after losing his gun.
Baki punched him in the chest, stopping him cold. The man's eyes bulged.
Another punch to the jaw sent him flying through the air. He was out before he landed.
Two tried to surround him. Baki spun and delivered three fast roundhouse kicks. The first kick knocked a gun through the broken window. The second hit the man's head, dropping him instantly. The third slammed into the other guy's ribs, folding him over.
More bullets forced Baki to jump again. He spun sideways through the air, his legs becoming a blur. Each rotation kicked anyone close enough. Two gunmen went down from the spinning attack.
Baki kept spinning, starting with a knee that lifted another man off his feet, then kicked harder, taking them both up toward the ceiling. At the top, one final kick sent the body crashing through the ceiling tiles before it fell back down.
The ones still standing were backing toward the door, finally understanding what they were up against.
"Leaving already?" Baki called through the smoke. "We just started."
One gunman tried one last time, raising his rifle with shaking hands. Baki closed the gap in a heartbeat and threw a heavy punch that went right through the rifle barrel, bending it, before hitting the man's shoulder. He screamed and spun away.
The last few tried to run through the doorway. Baki didn't let them.
He moved forward like lightning—two kicks that shattered knees, then a rising kick that launched one man into the others. Before they fell, Baki jumped and spun vertically, kicking them over and over as they all went up.
His final kick at the top sent them all crashing onto the marble floor outside with sickening thuds.
Then it was quiet.
Baki stood in the middle of the wrecked office, barely breathing hard. Bodies everywhere. Smoke rising from scorch marks. The sprinklers turned on, raining down on everything.
He walked to the desk, grabbed the fake Wang Wei by his expensive shirt, and pulled him up like he weighed nothing.
Just Baki was about to ask something, his instincts flared. His body moved involuntarily. A bullet pierced through the window and grazed his cheek.
Baki squinted his eyes, tracking where the bullet came from. On the other hand, a sniper was scoping at the building of the T Group.
Behind him, a man with long hair, sunglasses and jacket drapped over him stood. He asked, "Did you get him?"
The sniper shook his head. "No, he moved at the last moment. He seems to have found us and is leaving currently."
Zhang Jian nodded. "No problem. Pack your things, we are going after him."
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On the other hand, Baki grabbed the fake Wang Wei and rushed to the stairs. When he reached the stairs, he saw several guards. His mind automatically connected the dots. These guys were the guards from the T Group and those who attacked him seemed to be from an unknown group.
He rummaged through each one of their bodies and found a phone on one of the guards who seemed to be the leader. Unfortunately, he didn't know the passcode. But Baki noticed the finger print scanner on the phone. He pressed the guards thumb against it and the phone unlocked.
Inside, looked through the messages. He found a recent chat where the guard seemed to have informed someone of him invading the place. The other person seemed to have ordered to lure Baki to a certain location.