Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 67: Calling the Devil

Zhao Ming paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his face twisted in frustration. The phone in his hand felt heavier than ever. He had built his empire through blood and sweat, ruling over the underworld with an iron fist. But now, everything was crumbling. Qin Hao was tearing through his defenses, leaving him no room to breathe.

His men were terrified. Some had already deserted him. The businesses he spent years building were being burned to the ground. And worst of all, the police had suddenly started looking into his past dealings, as if someone was pulling strings behind the scenes.

Zhao Ming gritted his teeth. He had no choice. If he wanted to survive, he needed help.

Taking a deep breath, he finally dialed the number. The line rang twice before a deep, calm voice answered.

"It's been a long time, Zhao Ming," the voice said.

Zhao Ming swallowed. "I need your help."

A soft chuckle came from the other end. "Oh? And here I thought you were too proud to ask for favors."

Zhao Ming clenched his fist. "Spare me the games, Brother Kun. I'm in trouble."

Brother Kun—the name alone carried weight. He was a man whose reputation sent chills down the spines of even the most ruthless criminals. He was known for cleaning up messes, but his services never came cheap.

"Trouble, you say?" Brother Kun's voice remained calm. "And what do you expect me to do about it?"

"I need you to deal with someone for me," Zhao Ming said. "Qin Hao. He's coming for everything I own."

There was silence on the other end. Then Brother Kun chuckled. "Qin Hao... now that's a name I haven't heard in a while."

Zhao Ming's eyes widened. "You know him?"

Brother Kun let out a sigh. "Let's just say I've been watching from a distance. He's... interesting."

Zhao Ming felt a chill crawl down his spine. "Can you do it or not?"

Brother Kun chuckled again. "Of course, I can. But my services aren't free."

Zhao Ming expected this. "Name your price."

Brother Kun's voice turned cold. "Half of your empire."

Zhao Ming's breath caught in his throat. "You're joking."

"I never joke about business, Zhao Ming. You're already losing. I'm the only one who can turn this around. But you have to decide—would you rather lose everything to Qin Hao, or still have half left when the dust settles?"

Zhao Ming's hands trembled. Half of his empire? It was insane. But what choice did he have?

After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Fine. Do it."

Brother Kun's voice was filled with amusement. "Good. Then sit back and watch."

Meanwhile, Qin Hao sat in his private office, calmly reviewing reports. He had been expecting Zhao Ming to retaliate, but the counterattack hadn't come yet.

Bao Lei entered, his expression serious. "Something's not right."

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"We've hit Zhao Ming hard these past few days. He should be fighting back with everything he has, but instead... he's too quiet."

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Qin Hao tapped his fingers on the desk. "He's planning something."

Bao Lei nodded. "That's what I think. And I heard a rumor—Zhao Ming might have reached out to someone."

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed. "Who?"

Bao Lei hesitated. "Brother Kun."

A sharp glint appeared in Qin Hao's eyes.

Brother Kun. The man was a legend in the underworld, a shadow that only appeared when things were at their worst. He didn't just kill his enemies—he erased them. If Zhao Ming had called him, then this battle had just escalated to another level.

Qin Hao leaned back in his chair. "Interesting."

Bao Lei frowned. "This isn't good. Brother Kun is dangerous. Even the top crime bosses avoid dealing with him. If he's involved, we can expect something big."

Qin Hao smirked. "Let him come."

Bao Lei was surprised. "You're not worried?"

Qin Hao's eyes flashed coldly. "Worried? No. But I am curious to see what he'll try."

Bao Lei sighed. "You're too calm about this."

Qin Hao stood up. "If Brother Kun is coming, then we need to prepare. Strengthen security around our businesses. Keep an eye on Zhao Ming's movements. And most importantly..." He paused, a cold smile forming. "Let's see if we can make Brother Kun regret taking this job."

Bao Lei grinned. "Now that sounds more like you."

That night, in a dark alleyway, a group of masked men gathered. They moved like ghosts, their weapons sharp and their eyes filled with deadly intent.

Their leader, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, took out his phone and sent a single message.

"We move at dawn."

The city was unusually quiet before dawn, but in the shadows, a storm was brewing.

Inside a heavily guarded warehouse on the outskirts, Brother Kun's elite men were preparing. Unlike Zhao Ming's thugs, these were professionals—killers trained to eliminate their targets with precision. Their leader, Scarface, stood before them, his expression cold and calculating.

"We have one job," he said, his voice firm. "Eliminate Qin Hao."

The men exchanged glances, some with excitement, others with caution. Everyone knew who Qin Hao was. He wasn't just another businessman—he was a man who had risen from nothing and crushed those who stood in his way. Killing him wouldn't be easy.

Scarface checked his weapons. "Zhao Ming is desperate, and Brother Kun is watching. We cannot fail."

The men nodded, tightening their grips on their weapons.

As the first rays of sunlight touched the city, the hunt began.

Qin Hao sat in his office, sipping tea as he looked at the reports in front of him. He had barely slept, but exhaustion didn't show on his face. He had been expecting a counterattack, and now, it was time to see what Zhao Ming had planned.

Bao Lei burst into the room, his face grim. "They've made their move."

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

"Two of our warehouses were attacked last night," Bao Lei reported. "Explosives, trained men... these weren't Zhao Ming's usual people. They were professionals."

Qin Hao's fingers tapped the desk rhythmically. "Casualties?"

"Minimal," Bao Lei said. "Our men were already on high alert, thanks to your warning. But they weren't trying to destroy the warehouses—they were testing us."

Qin Hao smirked. "Smart. They wanted to see how we'd respond before making their real move."

Bao Lei nodded. "And that's not all. I have confirmed reports that Brother Kun's men are involved."

A sharp glint appeared in Qin Hao's eyes. "Good."

Bao Lei was taken aback. "Good? This is serious. Brother Kun's people don't leave loose ends. They won't stop until they kill you."

Qin Hao chuckled. "And that's exactly why I won't give them the chance."

Bao Lei frowned. "What's the plan?"

Qin Hao stood up and stretched. "They think they're the hunters. Let's make them realize they're the prey."

That evening, Scarface led his men through the city, their movements precise and calculated. They had already identified Qin Hao's main base—a high-rise building in the city center. The plan was simple: infiltrate, eliminate Qin Hao, and disappear before anyone could react.

But as they approached the building, something felt wrong.

The streets were quiet—too quiet. Even in the dead of night, this area was never completely silent. Scarface signaled his men to slow down, his instincts screaming at him.

Then he saw it.

On the rooftop opposite their position, a lone figure stood, watching them. Even from a distance, Scarface recognized him instantly—Qin Hao.

Their eyes met, and Qin Hao smirked.

Scarface's heart skipped a beat. "It's a trap!" he shouted.

But it was already too late.

From the surrounding buildings, figures emerged, armed and ready. Gunfire erupted, and Scarface's men were caught in a crossfire. They had been hunting Qin Hao, but now they were the ones being hunted.

Scarface cursed under his breath. This wasn't an ordinary businessman—they had underestimated him.

"Fall back!" he ordered, but the escape routes had already been cut off.

Qin Hao watched from above, his expression calm. "So this is Brother Kun's elite force?" he muttered. "Disappointing."

Bao Lei stood beside him, a sniper rifle in his hands. "Should we finish them?"

Qin Hao shook his head. "Let a few escape."

Bao Lei smirked. "Sending a message?"

Qin Hao's eyes were cold. "Exactly. Let Brother Kun know that if he wants me dead, he'll have to come himself."

Below, Scarface barely managed to escape with a handful of his men. His body was covered in wounds, but his mind was focused on one thing—reporting back to Brother Kun.

The first strike had failed.