Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 69: Brother Kun’s Rage

Qin Hao sat in his study, fingers tapping against the wooden desk. His mind was sharp, calculating the next move. Brother Kun had crossed the line by targeting Lin Yue. That was a mistake. A big one.

Bao Lei stood nearby, arms crossed. "We can't let them get away with this."

"We won't," Qin Hao said calmly. His voice carried a chill. "Brother Kun thinks he can pressure me. He wants to make me feel cornered, force me into a defensive position."

Bao Lei smirked. "Then we should do the opposite."

Qin Hao nodded. "Exactly. If he wants to test my limits, let's show him what happens when he pushes too far."

He picked up his phone and made a call.

Within seconds, a deep voice answered, "Boss."

"Zhang Wei," Qin Hao said. "I want eyes on Brother Kun's operations. Find out his key locations, his supply chains, his weakest points."

"Yes, Boss," Zhang Wei responded. "I already have some information. Brother Kun recently expanded his gambling dens in the west district. He's also got a new drug shipment coming in at the docks tomorrow night."

Qin Hao's eyes flashed. "Perfect. Cut off his supply. Make sure that shipment never reaches him."

"Yes, Boss," Zhang Wei said before hanging up.

Bao Lei grinned. "This is going to be fun."

Qin Hao stood up, straightening his suit. "I want a clean job. No loose ends."

Bao Lei nodded. "Understood."

The docks were quiet at midnight, the air thick with the scent of salt and oil. Large shipping containers were stacked high, creating narrow paths between them. A few workers moved crates, their voices low.

Among them, Brother Kun's men were stationed, armed and alert. They had been expecting trouble.

What they didn't expect was the silence before the storm.

A shadow moved between the containers, quick and precise. One guard barely had time to react before a hand clamped over his mouth, pulling him into the darkness.

Another man turned, sensing something was wrong. But before he could raise his gun, a blade sliced across his throat.

The remaining guards started noticing their numbers thinning. Panic spread.

Then, the real attack began.

From the far end of the dock, a black SUV roared forward, its headlights cutting through the darkness. Gunfire erupted. Qin Hao's men moved in with perfect coordination, taking down Brother Kun's guards with swift efficiency.

Bao Lei led the charge, knocking a man unconscious with a brutal punch before grabbing another by the collar and slamming him into a crate.

Qin Hao walked through the chaos like a ghost, calm and ruthless.

A guard tried to run, but before he could escape, Qin Hao grabbed him from behind and twisted his arm, forcing him to his knees. "Where's the shipment?"

"I—I don't know!" the man stammered.

Qin Hao's grip tightened. "Wrong answer."

The man yelped in pain. "Okay! Okay! It's in container B7!"

Qin Hao let go, and before the man could react, Bao Lei knocked him out.

Zhang Wei's voice came through the earpiece. "Boss, we found the container."

"Open it," Qin Hao ordered.

Zhang Wei pried the doors open, revealing stacks of crates. Inside were neatly packed bags of drugs, each marked with Brother Kun's seal.

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Qin Hao smirked. "Burn it."

Within minutes, the crates were doused in gasoline. A single match was tossed inside, and flames erupted, swallowing millions worth of product in seconds.

Brother Kun's empire was about to crumble.

As the fire raged, Qin Hao turned to his men. "This is just the beginning."

Bao Lei chuckled. "Brother Kun is going to lose his mind when he hears about this."

Qin Hao's eyes were cold. "Good. Let him know what it feels like to be hunted."

The night air was thick with tension inside Brother Kun's private club. Smoke curled from the expensive cigar between his fingers as he leaned back in his leather chair. The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the walls, but it did nothing to drown out his growing anger.

A trembling man knelt before him, sweat dripping down his forehead. "B-Boss, it was Qin Hao's men! They attacked the docks and burned the entire shipment!"

Brother Kun's eyes darkened. His grip on the cigar tightened before he slammed it into the ashtray with a sharp hiss. "All of it?"

The man nodded frantically. "Yes, Boss. Every last crate. The whole thing went up in flames."

The room fell into a suffocating silence. The men standing around the club stiffened, their eyes darting between Brother Kun and the trembling informant. Everyone knew that when Brother Kun was this quiet, someone was about to suffer.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Brother Kun picked up the glass of whiskey beside him and flung it straight at the man's head. The glass shattered on impact, sending shards flying.

The man collapsed with a cry, blood trickling down his temple.

Brother Kun stood up, his jaw clenched. "That shipment was worth millions! Do you think I care about your excuses?"

The man whimpered. "Boss, I—I—"

Before he could finish, Brother Kun kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him sprawling across the floor. The other men in the room watched silently, knowing better than to interfere.

Brother Kun took a deep breath, trying to rein in his rage. "Qin Hao thinks he can challenge me? That he can step on my business and walk away untouched?"

One of his lieutenants, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward. "Boss, we can hit back. Qin Hao's men are strong, but they're not invincible. We just need to send the right message."

Brother Kun's lips curled into a sneer. "You think I don't know that? I've been in this game longer than Qin Hao has been wiping his nose."

The room remained still, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Then, Brother Kun turned to another man, one with a thin mustache and sharp eyes. "Wu Jie, I want you to find out everything about Qin Hao's operations. I want to know his weaknesses, his allies, and where he sleeps at night."

Wu Jie nodded. "Consider it done, Boss."

Brother Kun's gaze flickered toward his scarred lieutenant. "And you, Sun Bo, I want you to send a message."

Sun Bo grinned, cracking his knuckles. "How strong of a message?"

Brother Kun's smile was slow and cold. "Make it hurt."

The next evening, Qin Hao sat in his office, reviewing reports from his men. The attack on the docks had been a success, and Brother Kun had lost a fortune. But Qin Hao knew better than to celebrate too soon. A man like Brother Kun wouldn't take this lying down.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

Bao Lei entered, his expression grim. "Boss, we have a problem."

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Bao Lei placed a folder on the desk. "Brother Kun retaliated. One of our businesses in the East District was attacked. The men we stationed there were beaten half to death."

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

"No deaths, but two of our guys are in critical condition."

A dangerous glint flashed in Qin Hao's eyes. "Brother Kun thinks he can scare me with this?"

Bao Lei smirked. "If that was his goal, he failed."

Qin Hao leaned back, his mind calculating the next move. He wasn't going to sit back and wait for Brother Kun's next attack. No, he would strike again—harder this time.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Zhang Wei answered immediately. "Boss."

"Prepare the men," Qin Hao said coldly. "We're going hunting."