Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 72: The Fall of Brother Kun

The flames roared behind them as Qin Hao and his men walked out of the burning factory. The night wind carried the scent of smoke and blood, a fitting end to Brother Kun's reign. The young girl, still trembling, clung to her brother as Bao Lei guided them to safety.

Qin Hao's face was calm, but his eyes were sharp. He knew this was only the beginning. Brother Kun might have fallen tonight, but his influence wouldn't disappear overnight. There were still remnants of his men, and more importantly, those above him—the real power players who had allowed him to run wild for so long.

Bao Lei exhaled as he caught up to Qin Hao. "We sent a message tonight, but the city won't stay quiet for long."

Qin Hao smirked. "That's the plan. Let them come."

Bao Lei studied him for a moment before shaking his head. "You really don't fear anything, do you?"

Qin Hao turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Fear? No. But I do understand the game. And in this game, hesitation means death."

The news spread like wildfire by morning. The underworld was in chaos.

Brother Kun's empire, built on intimidation and violence, had collapsed in a single night. His men were either dead, missing, or too scared to retaliate. Those who had once allied with him were scrambling to find a new side to support.

In a dimly lit restaurant, a group of men sat around a table, their expressions grim.

"He actually did it," one of them muttered. "Brother Kun is finished."

Another man, older with graying hair, leaned forward. "This Qin Hao... He's dangerous. He didn't just kill Kun—he dismantled him. He planned this from the start."

A younger man scoffed. "So what? He got lucky. Without Kun, he's exposed. If we move fast, we can—"

The older man cut him off with a glare. "You still don't get it, do you? This wasn't luck. This was strategy." He tapped his fingers on the table. "The real question is, do we fight him or join him?"

Silence filled the room.

No one had an answer.

Back at his base, Qin Hao sat in his office, reviewing reports from his men. He had taken over some of Brother Kun's key locations—warehouses, gambling dens, and smaller businesses that once paid protection money. The transition was happening fast, but not fast enough.

Bao Lei walked in, tossing a file onto the desk. "The remnants of Kun's men. Some fled, some are hiding, and a few are looking for a new boss."

Qin Hao flipped through the papers, his fingers tapping rhythmically. "Any useful ones?"

Bao Lei shrugged. "A handful. Most are thugs with no loyalty. They'll serve whoever pays them."

Qin Hao smirked. "Then let's make them an offer."

Bao Lei raised an eyebrow. "You're really going to recruit Kun's leftovers?"

Qin Hao leaned back. "Not all of them. Just the ones who know their place."

By nightfall, Qin Hao and his men arrived at an old club that used to be one of Brother Kun's strongholds. It was still operational, but the atmosphere was tense. The people inside knew change was coming.

As Qin Hao stepped inside, the conversations died. Eyes followed him, some filled with fear, others with calculation.

At the center of the room sat a group of men—Brother Kun's former captains. Their leader, a bald man with a scarred face named Wu Gang, watched Qin Hao carefully.

"So, you're the one who burned our boss alive," Wu Gang said, his voice rough.

Qin Hao smirked. "And you're the one still sitting in his chair."

Wu Gang chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "You came alone?"

Qin Hao glanced around. "I don't need an army to talk."

Wu Gang's fingers drummed on the table. "You killed Brother Kun, took his turf, and now you want us to bow to you?"

Qin Hao's smirk faded. He stepped forward, his presence suffocating. "No. I want you to decide." He gestured around. "You can fight me and die, or you can work for me and live."

Wu Gang's jaw tightened. His men shifted uneasily.

Qin Hao continued. "Kun was strong, but he was predictable. He ruled with fear, and in the end, that's why he fell. I don't need men who only obey because they're scared. I need men who know when to follow and when to think for themselves."

Wu Gang studied him. "And if I refuse?"

Qin Hao's gaze didn't waver. "Then you die here."

A heavy silence fell over the club. The tension was thick. Wu Gang's hand twitched toward his belt, but before he could move, Qin Hao spoke again.

"You think you can beat me?" His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. "Try it."

Wu Gang hesitated. He had seen the reports, heard the whispers. Qin Hao wasn't just another street thug. He had taken out Brother Kun in one night. He had turned an ambush into his own trap.

Slowly, Wu Gang exhaled and leaned back. "I'm not stupid. I know when to pick my fights."

He met Qin Hao's eyes. "Alright. We'll work for you."

Qin Hao smiled. "Smart choice."

The takeover was complete. By morning, Qin Hao's control over the city's underworld was solidified. Brother Kun's name was nothing but a fading memory.

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But Qin Hao knew this wasn't the end.

It was only the beginning.

Because above Brother Kun, there were bigger sharks.

And they were watching him now.