Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 65: Breaking the Chains

The night was far from over. Qin Hao and Bao Lei moved quickly through the dark streets, their steps silent despite the heavy bags strapped to their backs. The air smelled of gunpowder and blood, but they had no time to dwell on it.

Zhao Ming's men would regroup soon. They had to disappear before the police arrived.

Bao Lei led them through a series of back alleys, weaving through abandoned warehouses and rundown buildings. Finally, they reached a black sedan parked in a secluded spot. A man in a dark hoodie stood guard, cigarette smoke curling around him.

At the sight of Bao Lei, he quickly opened the trunk.

"Get in," Bao Lei ordered.

Qin Hao and the others climbed into the car without hesitation. The moment the doors shut, the driver hit the gas, speeding away from the bloodstained streets.

Inside the car, Bao Lei pulled out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen as he sent a message.

"Who are you contacting?" Qin Hao asked.

"A cleaner," Bao Lei replied. "They'll handle the bodies and erase any traces of us. By morning, there'll be no evidence we were ever there."

Qin Hao nodded. He wasn't surprised. In the underworld, loose ends meant death.

The car sped down an empty highway, the city lights growing distant.

"So, what now?" Qin Hao asked.

Bao Lei smirked. "Now? We count our money."

He tossed a bag onto Qin Hao's lap. Qin Hao unzipped it, his eyes narrowing as he took in the stacks of cash. There had to be millions.

"Zhao Ming will be furious," Qin Hao said.

Bao Lei chuckled. "Let him be. We just made him bleed. Next time, we'll take everything from him."

Qin Hao didn't respond. He was already thinking ahead. This wasn't just about money anymore. Zhao Ming had power, connections, and influence. If Qin Hao wanted to rise in this city, he had to do more than steal from him—he had to destroy him completely.

"Take me to my place," Qin Hao finally said.

Bao Lei gave him a long look before nodding. "Fine. But tomorrow, we plan our next move."

The car changed direction, heading back toward the city.

By the time Qin Hao reached his apartment, it was nearly dawn.

He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. The room was silent, untouched since he had left. He dropped the bag of money on the coffee table and sat down, his body finally feeling the exhaustion.

But his mind was still racing.

Zhao Ming wouldn't let this go. He would retaliate, and soon.

Qin Hao needed to strike first.

He pulled out his phone and made a call.

The voice on the other end was cautious. "You better have a good reason for calling me at this hour."

Qin Hao's lips curled into a cold smile. "I have a job for you."

There was a pause. "I'm listening."

"I need information on Zhao Ming. His businesses, his connections, his weak spots. Everything."

The man on the other end whistled. "That's a dangerous game, my friend."

"I don't play safe," Qin Hao said.

Silence stretched before the man finally spoke again. "Fine. Give me a day."

Qin Hao hung up.

He leaned back, his fingers tapping against the table. This was just the beginning.

By the time the sun rose, Zhao Ming's world would start to crumble.

The morning light barely peeked through the thick curtains of Qin Hao's apartment. He sat on the couch, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his thoughts running in endless loops. The events of the previous night played in his mind like a movie—gunfire, blood, and the rush of adrenaline as they took everything from Zhao Ming.

But this was only the beginning.

His phone buzzed on the table, the name on the screen making his eyes sharpen—Liu Ren, the information broker he had contacted last night.

He answered immediately.

"I have what you need," Liu Ren's voice came through. "Zhao Ming's business network, his suppliers, even his private accounts. This guy has his hands in more illegal dealings than I expected."

Qin Hao exhaled a thin stream of smoke. "Good. Send everything to me."

"Already did," Liu Ren said. "But a warning—Zhao Ming's not just some street thug. He has powerful backers. If you're planning to move against him, make sure you know what you're doing."

Qin Hao smirked. "I always do."

The call ended. Qin Hao tapped on his phone, opening the files Liu Ren had sent. Pages of information filled the screen—business dealings, secret warehouses, offshore accounts. Zhao Ming had built an empire on corruption, bribery, and blood.

And Qin Hao was going to burn it to the ground.

As he scrolled through the files, one name kept appearing—Chen Yufei. A high-ranking businessman with ties to politicians and underground syndicates. If Zhao Ming had a lifeline, it was him.

Qin Hao's fingers drummed against the table. If he could sever this connection, Zhao Ming would be left vulnerable.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He stood up, checking the peephole before opening it. Bao Lei stepped inside, tossing a newspaper onto the table.

"Have you seen the news?" Bao Lei asked.

Qin Hao glanced down. The front page showed a burning warehouse—one of Zhao Ming's distribution centers. Police sirens flashed in the background of the photo.

"They're calling it an 'accident,' but we both know better," Bao Lei said, sitting on the couch. "Zhao Ming's already making moves to clean up the mess we left him."

Qin Hao smirked. "Let him try. He won't be able to cover all his tracks."

Bao Lei leaned forward. "What's the plan?"

Qin Hao slid his phone across the table. Bao Lei picked it up, scanning the information on the screen.

"Chen Yufei..." Bao Lei muttered. "I've heard of him. The guy's untouchable."

"No one is untouchable," Qin Hao said, his voice cold. "We just need to find the right weakness."

Bao Lei studied the files. "Looks like he has a private security team. Ex-military, well-trained. If we go after him directly, we'll end up dead."

"We won't hit him directly," Qin Hao said. "We'll make him come to us."

Bao Lei raised an eyebrow. "And how do we do that?"

Qin Hao tapped the screen. "He has a son, Chen Yang. Young, reckless, and addicted to gambling. He owes a lot of money to some very dangerous people."

Bao Lei's grin widened. "So we use the son to get to the father?"

Qin Hao nodded. "If Chen Yufei thinks his son's life is in danger, he'll do whatever it takes to save him. That's when we make our move."

Bao Lei chuckled. "I like the way you think."

Qin Hao crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. "Then let's get to work."

That night, Qin Hao and Bao Lei arrived at the Golden Lotus Casino, a high-end gambling house known for catering to the city's elite. The neon lights flickered above the entrance, and luxury cars lined the parking lot.

Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the sound of shuffling cards. Men in expensive suits gathered around gambling tables, their faces unreadable as they placed their bets.

Qin Hao's eyes scanned the room until they landed on their target.

Chen Yang sat at a VIP table, his face flushed from alcohol, a stack of poker chips in front of him. Two women clung to his arms, giggling as he carelessly threw down another bet.

A smirk tugged at Qin Hao's lips. This was going to be too easy.

Bao Lei nudged him. "Look at him. He's already lost half his chips."

Qin Hao took a seat at the bar, signaling the bartender. "Whiskey."

As he sipped his drink, he watched Chen Yang closely. The young man's excitement turned to frustration as the dealer revealed the cards. Another loss. Chen Yang cursed under his breath, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black card.

"Charge it," he snapped.

The dealer hesitated. "Sir, your account has reached its limit."

Chen Yang's face darkened. "That's impossible."

The dealer tapped a few buttons on the screen. "Your bank declined the transaction."

Chen Yang slammed his fist on the table. "Do you know who my father is?!"

The casino manager approached, his expression calm but firm. "Mr. Chen, we respect your family's status, but we cannot allow further credit until your balance is settled."

Chen Yang's hands clenched into fists. "This is bullshit!"

Qin Hao took another sip of his whiskey before standing up and making his way over.

"I might be able to help," he said smoothly.

Chen Yang turned, eyeing him suspiciously. "Who the hell are you?"

"Just a businessman," Qin Hao replied. "And I have a simple offer—let's play a round. If you win, I'll cover your debt. If I win..." He smirked. "You owe me a favor."

Chen Yang snorted. "You think you can beat me?"

Qin Hao chuckled. "Let's find out."

The dealer reset the table as Qin Hao sat down. Bao Lei stood behind him, arms crossed.

The first round began.

Chen Yang played aggressively, confident in his skills. But Qin Hao remained calm, reading his opponent's every move.

The second round.

Chen Yang started to sweat. His losses piled up.

By the third round, it was over. Qin Hao flipped his final card, revealing a winning hand.

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Chen Yang paled.

"Looks like you lost," Qin Hao said, leaning back in his chair. "Now, about that favor..."

Chen Yang swallowed hard. "What do you want?"

Qin Hao's smile was cold. "Just a meeting with your father."

Chen Yang hesitated. "My dad doesn't meet with just anyone."

Qin Hao shrugged. "Then I guess I'll have to collect my payment another way. Maybe your father wouldn't mind if I told the wrong people about your debts?"

Chen Yang's face turned red. He knew the kind of people he owed money to—dangerous men who wouldn't hesitate to break his legs.

After a long pause, he exhaled sharply. "Fine. I'll set up the meeting."

Qin Hao stood up, adjusting his jacket. "Good choice."

As he and Bao Lei left the casino, Bao Lei grinned. "That was smooth."

Qin Hao smirked. "It's just the beginning."

Tomorrow, he would meet Chen Yufei.

And soon, Zhao Ming's empire would start to collapse.