Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 59: The Final Warning

Zhao Tian stood in his private office, his fingers clenching his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Zhao Ming's voice still echoed in his ears—cold, merciless, filled with a confidence that sent a rare chill down his spine.

He slammed his fist onto his desk, sending stacks of documents flying. His most trusted men had failed. The ambush was supposed to be flawless, yet Zhao Ming had turned it into another massacre. Even Shen Li had betrayed him.

A knock on the door interrupted his furious thoughts. A tall man in a black suit stepped inside, his expression indifferent. His name was Wei Gang, a former military officer who now worked as Zhao Tian's personal enforcer.

"Boss," Wei Gang said, his deep voice steady. "The men are restless. After tonight's failure, many are losing faith. Some are even thinking of switching sides."

Zhao Tian scoffed. "Let them try. Anyone who dares betray me will die a miserable death."

Wei Gang nodded. "We need a new plan. Zhao Ming is no longer just defending himself. He's hunting you now."

Zhao Tian gritted his teeth. "I won't sit and wait for him to strike. It's time we remind everyone who truly controls this city."

He turned to Wei Gang, his eyes dark with intent. "Gather the remaining forces. I want Zhao Ming's allies crushed. His businesses destroyed. His name wiped from existence."

Wei Gang smirked. "Consider it done."

At Zhao Ming's estate, the atmosphere was tense. The battle at the bar had proven that Zhao Tian was desperate, but also dangerous. No one expected him to back down so easily.

Inside the control room, Zhao Ming sat in front of multiple monitors. Ye Chen and Wang Xian stood beside him, analyzing the situation.

"Zhao Tian will strike soon," Ye Chen said. "He's out of options. If he doesn't act now, his empire will crumble."

Wang Xian snorted. "Good. Let him come. We'll finish him once and for all."

Zhao Ming remained silent, his sharp gaze locked onto the screen displaying a city map. He tapped a finger against a specific location.

"He won't attack directly," Zhao Ming said. "That would be suicide. Instead, he'll target my businesses, my allies—anyone who supports me."

Ye Chen frowned. "Then we should strike first."

Zhao Ming smirked. "Exactly."

He turned to Wang Xian. "Contact our people. I want all our businesses secured. Increase the security at every location. If Zhao Tian dares to touch anything, I want him to suffer for it."

Wang Xian nodded and immediately got to work.

Zhao Ming then looked at Ye Chen. "And you, find me all the dirt on Zhao Tian that we haven't used yet. It's time to bring him down completely."

Ye Chen chuckled. "He won't even see it coming."

The next morning, chaos erupted across the city.

Zhao Tian's men stormed several of Zhao Ming's businesses, smashing property, threatening workers, and attempting to seize control. But Zhao Ming had prepared for this. Security forces were already in place, and every attempt was crushed before it could escalate.

At the same time, Zhao Ming launched his own counterattack. Information about Zhao Tian's illegal dealings spread like wildfire. Every news outlet, social media platform, and underground network was flooded with proof of his corruption.

Within hours, police investigations were launched. Banks froze his accounts. Business partners distanced themselves. Even some of his loyal subordinates began to waver.

By evening, Zhao Tian's empire was on the verge of collapse.

Zhao Ming sat in his study, sipping tea as he watched the news.

Wang Xian entered the room, grinning. "It's over, boss. Zhao Tian is finished."

Zhao Ming smirked. "Not yet."

Wang Xian raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Zhao Ming set down his cup and leaned forward. "A cornered beast is the most dangerous. Zhao Tian has nothing left to lose. He will make one final move."

Just as he spoke, his phone vibrated. He picked it up and read the message.

"Meet me at the old factory. Come alone, or your people die."

It was from Zhao Tian.

Wang Xian read the message over his shoulder and cursed. "It's obviously a trap."

Zhao Ming chuckled. "Of course it is."

Ye Chen entered the room, already aware of the situation. "Are you going?"

Zhao Ming smirked. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The old factory was located on the outskirts of the city, abandoned for years. It was the perfect place for a final confrontation.

Zhao Ming arrived alone, as instructed. The moment he stepped inside, he could feel the heavy presence of armed men hiding in the shadows.

At the center of the factory, Zhao Tian stood waiting, his face twisted with rage.

"You really came," Zhao Tian said, his voice filled with venom. "You must think you've already won."

Zhao Ming smiled. "Haven't I?"

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Zhao Tian growled. "Don't get cocky, boy. I still have power. I still have men who are willing to die for me."

Zhao Ming glanced around. "Oh? You mean these men?"

At that moment, gunfire erupted outside. Screams filled the air as Zhao Ming's hidden forces attacked. In seconds, the factory turned into a battlefield.

Zhao Ming stepped forward, unfazed. "Your men are already dead, Zhao Tian. Surrender now, and I might let you live."

Zhao Tian's face twisted with hatred. "You think I'll beg for my life?"

He pulled out a gun and aimed it directly at Zhao Ming's chest.

Zhao Ming didn't move. He simply smiled.

"You're already finished, Zhao Tian," Zhao Ming said. "Even if you kill me now, you won't escape."

Zhao Tian's hands trembled. His mind was in chaos. Everything he had built was gone. He had nothing left.

For the first time in his life, he felt true fear.

The factory doors burst open. Ye Chen and Wang Xian entered, guns raised. Behind them, dozens of armed men followed.

Zhao Tian looked around, realizing there was no way out.

Zhao Ming took one final step forward. "This is your last chance, Zhao Tian."

Zhao Tian laughed bitterly. "I'd rather die than be taken by you."

He raised his gun—

Bang!

A single gunshot echoed through the factory.

Zhao Tian's body stiffened. Blood dripped from his chest.

He staggered backward, eyes wide with disbelief.

Zhao Ming lowered his gun, his expression unreadable. "It's over."

Zhao Tian collapsed to the ground, his breathing shallow. His eyes filled with regret, rage, and finally... emptiness.

The once-mighty Zhao Tian was no more.

Ye Chen stepped forward. "What now?"

Zhao Ming turned to his men. "Clean this up."

As he walked out of the factory, the night air felt different.

The war was finally over. But this was just the beginning.