Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 56: The Deadly Confrontation

The air inside the warehouse was thick with tension. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the dusty floor, making it hard to see clearly. Zhao Ming stood firm, his eyes locked on Zhang Wei, the mercenary who had been sent to kill him. The man was calm, his expression unreadable, but Zhao Ming could sense the danger radiating from him.

Zhang Wei was no ordinary assassin. He had taken on countless missions and never failed. He was known for his speed, precision, and ability to eliminate his targets before they even knew what was happening. Zhao Ming knew that underestimating this man would mean certain death.

The warehouse was silent, except for the faint dripping of water from a broken pipe. Outside, Zhao Ming's men had surrounded the building, ensuring that Zhang Wei had no escape. But even with their advantage in numbers, Zhao Ming knew this wouldn't be an easy fight. Zhang Wei was a professional. He wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Who sent you?" Zhao Ming asked, though he already knew the answer.

Zhang Wei smirked. "You already know. Zhao Tian wants you dead. He paid a high price to make sure this job gets done."

Zhao Ming clenched his fists. His uncle was truly desperate if he was willing to hire someone like Zhang Wei. But that desperation would be his downfall.

"I'll give you one chance," Zhao Ming said coldly. "Leave now, and I won't kill you."

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Zhang Wei chuckled. "You think you can kill me?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he moved. Fast. Too fast for an ordinary person to react. But Zhao Ming had been expecting it. He dodged to the side just as Zhang Wei's blade slashed through the air, missing him by inches.

Without hesitation, Zhao Ming countered with a powerful punch aimed at Zhang Wei's ribs. But Zhang Wei twisted his body, avoiding the attack with ease. He was skilled, just as expected.

Zhao Ming didn't waste time. He launched another attack, his movements sharp and precise. But Zhang Wei was just as fast, blocking each strike effortlessly. The two exchanged blows, their movements a blur in the dim light. Every attack was deadly, aimed to kill.

Zhang Wei suddenly stepped back and pulled out a small dagger from his belt. His eyes gleamed with confidence. "You're good," he admitted. "But not good enough."

Before Zhao Ming could respond, Zhang Wei lunged forward, the dagger aimed straight for his heart. Zhao Ming barely managed to twist his body in time, feeling the blade graze his shoulder. The sharp sting of pain made his senses even sharper.

He retaliated with a fierce kick, forcing Zhang Wei to stumble back. Blood dripped from his shoulder, but Zhao Ming ignored it. He had faced worse before.

Zhang Wei wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead and smirked. "Not bad. But you're still too slow."

Zhao Ming knew he couldn't afford to waste time. Zhang Wei was toying with him, testing his limits. If he didn't end this soon, the mercenary would find an opening to kill him.

With a deep breath, Zhao Ming changed his stance. His body became more relaxed, his movements more fluid. Zhang Wei noticed the shift and narrowed his eyes.

Then Zhao Ming moved. This time, he was faster. Stronger.

He dodged Zhang Wei's next attack with ease and countered with a powerful elbow strike to the mercenary's chest. Zhang Wei gasped as the air was forced from his lungs. Before he could recover, Zhao Ming delivered a brutal punch to his jaw, sending him staggering backward.

But Zhao Ming didn't stop. He followed up with a spinning kick that landed directly on Zhang Wei's temple. The impact sent the assassin crashing to the ground.

For a moment, there was silence.

Zhao Ming stood over Zhang Wei, breathing heavily. The mercenary lay on the ground, dazed but still conscious. He tried to push himself up, but Zhao Ming stepped on his wrist, pinning him down.

"It's over," Zhao Ming said, his voice cold.

Zhang Wei chuckled weakly. "You're stronger than I expected."

Zhao Ming pressed his foot down harder. "Who else is involved?"

Zhang Wei hesitated. "Even if I told you, it wouldn't change anything. Zhao Tian won't stop. If it's not me, he'll send someone else."

Zhao Ming's eyes darkened. He knew Zhang Wei was right. As long as his uncle was still alive, the threats would never end. But that only made him more determined.

He knelt down and grabbed Zhang Wei by the collar. "Tell Zhao Tian that his time is running out," he said. "I'm coming for him."

Zhang Wei smirked but said nothing.

Zhao Ming released him and stood up. "Get out of my sight. If I see you again, I won't let you live."

Zhang Wei hesitated for a moment before nodding. He knew when he was beaten. With one last glance at Zhao Ming, he disappeared into the shadows.

As soon as he was gone, Ye Chen and Wang Xian entered the warehouse, their expressions tense.

"Are you alright?" Ye Chen asked, eyeing Zhao Ming's bleeding shoulder.

"I'm fine," Zhao Ming replied. "But this isn't over."

Wang Xian frowned. "Zhao Tian won't stop until he's eliminated you."

Zhao Ming nodded. "Then we won't give him the chance. It's time to strike first."

The battle wasn't over. But tonight, Zhao Ming had sent a clear message. He wasn't just defending himself anymore. He was going to take the fight to Zhao Tian.

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The city was quiet at this hour, but Zhao Ming's mind was anything but. He sat in his study, the dim glow of a single lamp casting shadows on the wall. His injured shoulder ached, but he ignored the pain. There were more important matters to deal with.

Zhao Tian had made his move. Now, it was time for Zhao Ming to strike back.

Ye Chen and Wang Xian sat across from him, their expressions serious. The fight with Zhang Wei had proven one thing—Zhao Tian would stop at nothing to get rid of Zhao Ming. If they didn't act first, more assassins would come. And next time, they might not be as easy to handle.

"We can't wait any longer," Zhao Ming said, his voice firm. "Zhao Tian thinks he's in control, but that ends now."

Ye Chen nodded. "What's the plan?"

Zhao Ming leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the wooden surface. "Zhao Tian has been working from the shadows for too long. It's time we bring him into the light."

Wang Xian frowned. "You mean exposing him?"

"Exactly," Zhao Ming said. "We gather evidence of his crimes—every illegal deal, every dirty scheme. Then we release it to the public."

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. "That could work. But Zhao Tian isn't stupid. He must have covered his tracks well."

Zhao Ming smirked. "No one is completely clean. We just have to dig deep enough."

Wang Xian hesitated. "And if that doesn't work?"

"Then we take him down ourselves," Zhao Ming said coldly.

There was silence in the room. They all knew what that meant. Zhao Tian wouldn't go down without a fight. If they wanted to remove him, they had to be prepared for war.

Ye Chen exhaled sharply. "Alright. Where do we start?"

Zhao Ming stood up, his mind already forming a plan. "Zhao Tian's power comes from his connections. We cut those off first."

Wang Xian's eyes brightened with understanding. "His biggest backer is the Lin family. If we turn them against him, he'll lose half his influence."

Zhao Ming nodded. "Lin Cheng, the head of the Lin family, has been working with Zhao Tian for years. But he's a businessman first. If we can make it unprofitable for him to stay on Zhao Tian's side, he'll switch loyalties."

Ye Chen smirked. "Money talks."

Zhao Ming grabbed his phone. "It's time to have a little chat with Lin Cheng."