Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 73: Storm on the Horizon

The city was still adjusting to the new order. Qin Hao's swift takeover had left many stunned. Some feared him, others respected him, but all understood one thing—he wasn't just another gangster trying to make a name for himself. He was something different.

In just a few days, Qin Hao had absorbed most of Brother Kun's operations. His influence was spreading fast, and those who once backed Kun were either pledging loyalty or disappearing from the streets.

But power never came without consequences.

And tonight, the first real challenge arrived.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the dark alleyways near one of Qin Hao's newly acquired clubs. Inside, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and low murmurs. Wu Gang, now one of Qin Hao's lieutenants, sat at the bar with a few of his men.

Then, without warning—BANG! BANG!

The doors flew open. A group of masked men stormed inside, guns drawn.

"Everyone down!" one of them shouted.

Wu Gang barely had time to react before bullets tore through the room. Bottles shattered, tables flipped, and screams filled the air.

He dove behind the bar, pulling out his own gun. His men scrambled for cover, but they were outnumbered.

One of the masked men approached, his gun aimed at Wu Gang's head. "Message from the boss," he sneered.

Then—BANG!

The attacker's head snapped back as blood sprayed against the wall. A second later, another gunshot rang out, then another.

The masked men collapsed one by one.

And in the entrance stood Qin Hao, smoke curling from the barrel of his pistol.

Fifteen minutes later, the surviving attackers were tied up in the club's storage room. Some were bleeding, others were shaking, all of them looked terrified.

Qin Hao stood in front of them, his expression calm but deadly.

"Who sent you?" he asked.

No one answered.

He sighed and crouched down in front of one of the men, a young guy who looked barely old enough to be out of school.

"You don't look like a killer," Qin Hao said. "Tell me, was it worth it?"

The guy swallowed hard. "We... we didn't have a choice."

Qin Hao nodded as if he understood. Then, without warning, he grabbed the guy's hand and twisted it. A sickening crack filled the air as the young man screamed.

The others flinched.

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"Let me explain how this works," Qin Hao said, his voice steady. "You don't talk, you suffer. Simple."

Another man, older and with a scar running down his cheek, gritted his teeth. "You think you're untouchable? You don't know who you're messing with."

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me. Who am I messing with?"

The man spat on the floor. "Black Tiger."

The room went silent.

Wu Gang cursed under his breath. Even Bao Lei, who had just entered, paused for a second.

Qin Hao smirked. "Black Tiger, huh? So he finally decided to show his face."

The Black Tiger gang wasn't just another street group. They were one of the city's biggest underground forces, operating in the shadows for years. Unlike Brother Kun, who was just a local tyrant, Black Tiger had connections. Money, drugs, weapons—they controlled it all.

And now, they had their eyes on Qin Hao.

Interesting.

The next day, Qin Hao sat in his office, staring at the reports. The attack last night wasn't just a warning. It was a declaration of war.

Bao Lei paced the room. "This is bad. Black Tiger isn't like Kun. They don't just fight—they destroy."

Qin Hao chuckled. "And yet, they sent amateurs."

Bao Lei frowned. "That was just a test. They wanted to see how we'd react."

"Then we should give them an answer," Qin Hao said.

Wu Gang, who had just walked in, crossed his arms. "You want to hit them back?"

Qin Hao leaned back in his chair. "No. I want to hit them first."

Bao Lei whistled. "You're really not afraid of dying, huh?"

Qin Hao smirked. "Dying isn't the problem. Losing is."

By nightfall, Qin Hao and his men were ready.

They had gathered intel on one of Black Tiger's drug warehouses. It was heavily guarded, but nothing was impenetrable.

As they approached the location, Bao Lei gave a low whistle. "That's a lot of muscle."

Qin Hao nodded. "Good. More fun for us."

Wu Gang grunted. "You call this fun?"

"Relax," Qin Hao said. "We're not here to fight fair."

Then, with a single signal, the assault began.

Smoke bombs rolled through the entrance, filling the warehouse with thick fog. Gunshots rang out as Qin Hao's men moved in with precise attacks.

Chaos erupted.

Guards shouted, bullets flew, but within minutes, it was over. Qin Hao walked through the wreckage, stepping over unconscious bodies.

Then, in the center of the room, he found what he was looking for.

A man tied to a chair, bruised and bleeding.

Black Tiger's second-in-command.

Qin Hao crouched in front of him, tilting his head. "Let's talk."

The man glared at him, but there was fear in his eyes.

Qin Hao smiled.

Black Tiger had made a mistake.

And now, it was his turn to strike.

The air inside the warehouse smelled of blood, gunpowder, and sweat. Qin Hao stood in front of the bound man, his eyes cold and sharp.

The man, Black Tiger's second-in-command, glared at him despite the bruises covering his face. His lip was split, and one of his eyes was swollen shut, but he still held onto his pride.

"You think this changes anything?" the man spat. "You got lucky tonight."

Qin Hao smirked. "Luck? If you believe that, then Black Tiger must be dumber than I thought."

Wu Gang walked up, cracking his knuckles. "Boss, let me loosen his tongue."

The man sneered. "Kill me if you want. You'll still be dead in a few days. Black Tiger doesn't forgive."

Qin Hao crouched in front of him, studying him like a predator watching its prey. "You're right. Black Tiger doesn't forgive. But neither do I."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife. Slowly, he pressed the blade against the man's cheek, just enough to draw a thin line of blood.

"I'm not going to ask twice," Qin Hao said, his voice calm. "Tell me what I want to know, and you might leave here with all your fingers."

The man hesitated. His pride fought against his survival instinct.

Qin Hao sighed and moved the knife down, pressing it against the man's pinky finger.

"Three seconds."

The man's breathing grew heavy.

"Two."

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"One—"

"Wait!" the man gasped. "I'll talk!"

Qin Hao smiled and leaned back. "Good. Start with this—where is Black Tiger hiding?"

The man swallowed hard. "He doesn't have just one place. He moves between three main locations. One in the East District, one in the docks, and one... underground."

Bao Lei narrowed his eyes. "Underground?"

The man nodded. "It's an old bunker under the abandoned train station. That's where he keeps his real business—guns, drugs, and money."

Qin Hao exchanged a glance with Bao Lei. "Now we're talking."

After disposing of the remaining Black Tiger members, Qin Hao and his team left the warehouse. They regrouped in one of their safe houses to plan the next step.

Bao Lei spread out a city map on the table. "If what that guy said is true, then Black Tiger's underground base is the real target."

Wu Gang scoffed. "It's probably crawling with guards."

"That's expected," Qin Hao said. "But we don't need to fight them all. We just need to cut off the head of the snake."

Bao Lei tapped the map. "If we hit him at the bunker, we end this in one move."

Wu Gang frowned. "But what if it's a trap? He could be expecting us."

Qin Hao smirked. "Good. Let him expect us. It won't change what happens next."

The next night, Qin Hao led his team toward the abandoned train station. The area was eerily quiet, the old buildings covered in graffiti and rust.

A few men stood near the entrance, their hands resting on their weapons.

"Guards at the front," Wu Gang whispered.

Qin Hao nodded. "We go in silent."

Within seconds, his men moved. A knife flashed, a muffled gasp followed, and the first guard collapsed. Another turned, his mouth opening to shout—but Bao Lei struck him in the throat before he could make a sound.

One by one, the guards were taken down.

They reached the underground entrance. A heavy metal door stood in their way.

Wu Gang knelt beside it, inspecting the lock. "Electronic. If we force it open, they'll know we're here."

Qin Hao smirked. "Then we make them think someone else is here."

He took out a small device and placed it near the keypad. Seconds later, the door clicked open.

Wu Gang raised an eyebrow. "You've been holding out on us, Boss."

Qin Hao chuckled. "Always have a few surprises."

They slipped inside.

The underground bunker was larger than expected. The tunnels stretched deep beneath the city, lined with crates and weapons. Armed men patrolled the corridors, their eyes scanning the shadows.

Qin Hao moved like a ghost, weaving through the tunnels with deadly precision. Every step brought them closer to the heart of Black Tiger's operations.

Then, they heard voices.

In a large room ahead, Black Tiger sat at a long table surrounded by his men. He was a tall, imposing figure with a scar running down his jaw. His expression was calm, but his eyes burned with rage.

He knew Qin Hao was coming.

And he was ready.

Qin Hao smirked. "Let's finish this."

Then, all hell broke loose.