Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 74: The Underground Battlefield

The moment Qin Hao and his team stepped into the underground chamber, the air grew tense. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls, flickering against the crates stacked high with weapons and cash. At the center of it all, Black Tiger sat at a long metal table, surrounded by his most trusted men. His scarred face twisted into a smirk as he leaned back in his chair.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," Black Tiger said, his voice deep and filled with confidence. "You think you're the hunter here, but you're just a rat that wandered into my trap."

The moment he finished speaking, dozens of armed men stepped out from the shadows, guns raised and ready. The sound of safeties clicking off echoed through the chamber.

Wu Gang let out a low whistle. "Looks like he rolled out the red carpet for us."

Qin Hao remained calm, his sharp eyes scanning the situation. He had expected resistance, but this was a full-scale ambush. Black Tiger wasn't underestimating him.

"Surrounded?" Qin Hao smirked. "Good. Now I don't have to chase after you."

Black Tiger's smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly covered it up. He gestured toward his men. "Kill them."

The moment the words left his mouth, the room erupted into chaos.

Gunfire exploded through the chamber as Black Tiger's men opened fire. Qin Hao and his team dove for cover, rolling behind crates and metal structures. Bullets ricocheted off the walls, sending sparks flying through the air.

Qin Hao wasted no time. He peeked from behind a crate and fired two quick shots. The first bullet struck a man in the chest, sending him crashing backward. The second hit another in the shoulder, making him drop his weapon with a scream.

Bao Lei moved swiftly, using the shadows to his advantage. He lunged at an enemy, slashing with his knife. The man barely had time to react before he collapsed, blood pooling beneath him.

Wu Gang, on the other hand, fought like a beast. He grabbed a fallen enemy's rifle and unleashed a hail of bullets, forcing Black Tiger's men to take cover. "Come on, is that all you've got?!" he shouted, laughing.

Despite their numbers, Black Tiger's men were starting to falter. Qin Hao's team was too well-trained, too fast, too deadly.

But Black Tiger wasn't done yet.

With a growl, he grabbed a shotgun from under the table and fired at Qin Hao's position. The blast shattered the crate in front of him, sending splinters flying. Qin Hao rolled to the side just in time, dodging the deadly spray.

"You're good," Black Tiger said, stepping forward. "But I didn't build my empire by being weak."

Qin Hao stood up, dusting off his jacket. He smirked. "No. You built it by being a coward who hides behind numbers."

Black Tiger's eyes flashed with rage. He tossed his shotgun aside and pulled out a large knife. "Let's see if your mouth is as sharp as your skills."

Qin Hao's smirk widened. "Gladly."

The two men charged at each other.

Black Tiger swung his knife in a wide arc, aiming for Qin Hao's throat. But Qin Hao was faster. He ducked, sidestepped, and countered with a sharp kick to Black Tiger's ribs. The impact sent the gang leader stumbling back, but he recovered quickly.

With a roar, Black Tiger lunged again, slashing wildly. Qin Hao dodged each attack with precision, his movements smooth and calculated. He saw the weaknesses in Black Tiger's stance—the slight hesitation in his left side, the overcommitment in his swings.

Then he struck.

Qin Hao deflected the next slash and twisted Black Tiger's wrist, forcing him to drop the knife. Before he could react, Qin Hao spun and delivered a brutal elbow strike to his jaw. The force of the blow sent Black Tiger crashing onto the table, blood dripping from his mouth.

But he wasn't done yet.

Growling, Black Tiger reached into his jacket and pulled out a small pistol.

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed. He lunged forward and grabbed Black Tiger's wrist just as he pulled the trigger. The shot went wild, hitting the ceiling. With a swift motion, Qin Hao twisted the gun from Black Tiger's grasp and slammed his knee into his gut.

Black Tiger gasped, falling to his knees. Blood trickled from his lips as he glared up at Qin Hao.

"This... isn't over..." he wheezed.

Qin Hao pressed the barrel of the pistol against Black Tiger's forehead. "Yes, it is."

A single shot echoed through the chamber.

Black Tiger's body slumped to the ground.

The remaining gang members, seeing their leader dead, immediately dropped their weapons and surrendered. Some tried to run, but Wu Gang and Bao Lei made sure they wouldn't get far.

The underground chamber was eerily silent. The scent of gunpowder and blood still lingered in the air. Black Tiger's body lay motionless on the cold floor, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing. Around him, his men had either surrendered or lay groaning in pain.

Qin Hao exhaled slowly, lowering the pistol in his hand. The fight was over. Yet, something inside him told him that this was only the beginning.

Wu Gang stretched his arms, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Damn, that was intense." He glanced at Black Tiger's corpse and smirked. "Never thought the big bad wolf would go down so easily."

Bao Lei kicked over a crate, inspecting its contents. Inside, stacks of money and illegal firearms gleamed under the dim lights. "Looks like we just hit the jackpot," he muttered. "This is enough evidence to wipe out Black Tiger's entire operation."

Qin Hao nodded but remained silent. His mind was elsewhere. Even with Black Tiger dead, the underground world wouldn't remain quiet for long. Someone else would take his place—someone stronger, more ruthless.

"Boss, what's next?" Wu Gang asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Qin Hao's gaze swept across the chamber. "We clear this place out. Take everything useful. Then, we disappear."

Bao Lei frowned. "Disappear? We just took down one of the biggest underground bosses. Shouldn't we push forward?"

Qin Hao shook his head. "This was only one piece of the puzzle. There's something bigger happening. If we stay in the open, we'll become targets."

Wu Gang grinned. "Sounds like fun."

Despite his words, he knew Qin Hao wasn't joking. The underground world was a battlefield where power shifted like sand. Taking down Black Tiger had created a void—one that others would fight to fill.

As they gathered the evidence and prepared to leave, Qin Hao's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw an unknown number.

His instincts told him to answer.

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"Qin Hao," he said.

A low chuckle came from the other end. "Impressive work. I didn't think you'd take down Black Tiger so quickly."

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"

The voice remained calm. "Someone who's been watching you for a long time."

Qin Hao's grip on the phone tightened. "If you have something to say, say it."

The voice chuckled again. "You've just stepped into a world far more dangerous than you realize. Black Tiger was nothing but a pawn. The real players are just getting started."

Qin Hao's expression darkened. "And you're one of them?"

"I'm someone who prefers to stay in the shadows—for now," the voice replied. "But trust me, we'll meet soon. Until then... be careful. You're not the only predator in this city."

The call ended.

Qin Hao lowered the phone, his mind racing.

Wu Gang noticed his expression. "What's wrong?"

"We have a new problem," Qin Hao muttered.

Bao Lei frowned. "More enemies?"

Qin Hao exhaled. "A bigger game."

The air around them grew heavy. The battle with Black Tiger had been brutal, but it was just a prelude to something far worse.

Qin Hao knew one thing for certain—whoever was behind that call wasn't just watching.

They were waiting.