Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 168 Your dad is waiting for you next door

The air in the corridor was foul and filled with the pungent smell of sulfur from burning gunpowder.

Four heavily armed mercenaries occupied the tactical high ground at the top of the stairs, their assault rifles forming a crossfire, the muzzle flashes illuminating the dimly lit lower compartment. Bullets struck the steel plates, sparks flying, ricochets whistling gratingly in the confined space.

Qi Tongwei pressed himself against the cold cabin wall, his breathing as steady as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

He didn't rush to show himself.

"Three seconds."

He said softly.

Ye Cunxin behind him didn't waste any words, and stomped hard on the waterlogged ground with her bare feet.

She was like a fully drawn bow, instantly shooting out from the shadows beside Qi Tongwei.

The soaked police shirt clung tightly to her body, outlining breathtaking lines as she moved at high speed. Although there was no exposed skin, the texture of the shirt, soaked through and clinging to her skin, perfectly showcased the unique resilience and strength of a woman.

Her long legs crossed in the air, and with the power of her waist, she completed a tactical evasion maneuver that defied the laws of physics.

Several bullets grazed her hair, breaking off a few strands of her wet, black hair.

"Lie down, grandma!"

While Ye Cunxin was in mid-air, the submachine gun in her hand seemed to have eyes, spitting out short bursts of flame from its muzzle.

"Da da da!"

Three shots in quick succession.

A mercenary hiding behind cover had his helmet blown off, and blood mixed with brain matter sprayed onto the white hatch behind him, a horrific sight.

Taking advantage of the moment when Ye Cunxin drew the fire, Qi Tongwei made his move.

Unlike Ye Cunxin, he was not agile; his movements were simple, brutal, and full of destructive power.

He stepped out of the bunker, and the Desert Eagle in his hand roared like thunder.

"Bang!"

The intimidating power of such a large-caliber pistol in a confined space is terrifying.

A mercenary who was about to throw a grenade was shot through the chest and flew backward as if he had been hit by a speeding truck, crashing into the railing with a dull thud.

The remaining two mercenaries were completely panicked.

This is a reaction speed that is simply beyond human capabilities.

They attempted to retreat, withdrawing into the blast-proof compartment behind them.

"Trying to run away?"

Qi Tongwei snorted coldly, his military boots slamming heavily on the ground as he charged forward like a cannonball.

He changed bullets with one hand while running, his movements so fast that he left only a blur.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

The two mercenaries had just touched the doorknob when two bursts of blood erupted from the back of their heads, and they slid limply to the ground.

The corridor fell silent instantly.

All that remained was the hum of the wind turbines and the occasional metallic squeaking from the bottom of the ship's hull in the distance.

Ye Cunxin landed, her bare feet stepping on the tactical vest of a corpse.

She shook the water droplets from her hair, her exquisitely beautiful face still bearing the lingering murderous intent. Her wet, long hair clung to her cheeks, making her already fair skin appear almost translucent. The innate arrogance and wildness between her brows combined to create a fatal attraction.

She glanced down at the corpse on the ground, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips.

"These are the elites Zhao Ruilong hired at a high price? They're nothing special."

She raised her head, her peach blossom eyes looking at the heavy blast door at the end of the corridor.

That was Zhao Ruilong's last turtle shell.

"He's inside."

Qi Tongwei walked to the door and reached out to touch the crack in the door.

A cool breeze wafted out from under the door, accompanied by a faint aroma of high-end cigars.

This smell was completely out of place with the stench and bloodiness of the hold.

"Young Master Zhao certainly knows how to enjoy himself." Qi Tongwei smiled sarcastically, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes.

Ye Cunxin walked to his side and reached out to enter the password.

Don't bother.

Qi Tongwei stopped her, took out the last piece of C4 plastic explosive from his waist, skillfully stuck it to the door lock, and inserted the detonator.

"Knocking on the door is impolite to this kind of person."

He pulled Ye Cunxin back a few steps and hid around the corner on the side.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The heavy blast door was blasted open by the massive shockwave. The heavy door panels twisted and deformed, crashing heavily onto the floor and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before the smoke had even cleared, Qi Tongwei had already stepped over the door and rushed inside.

This is an extremely luxurious command center.

Persian carpets, genuine leather sofas, a wall-to-wall surveillance screen, and even a bar counter filled with expensive red wines.

At the bottom of this cargo ship, a place rife with sin and filth, Zhao Ruilong built himself a secluded palace.

At this moment, this once powerful and influential "princeling" of Handong is huddled behind a huge leather desk.

He held a gold-plated Browning pistol in his hand, the muzzle trembling as it pointed at the door.

His bespoke suit was wrinkled and crumpled, his tie was askew, and his usually meticulously combed hair was now disheveled and hanging over his forehead. His well-maintained face was filled with fear and disbelief.

When Zhao Ruilong saw Qi Tongwei and Ye Cunxin walk in, he looked like he had seen a ghost, and shrank back, bumping into the boss's chair.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Zhao Ruilong roared hoarsely, his voice distorted with extreme fear, "I have a gun! I really will shoot!"

Qi Tongwei didn't even glance at the gold-plated pistol that looked more like a toy than a weapon.

He strode forward with steady steps, his military boots making a dull thud on the soft Persian carpet, each step seeming to pound on Zhao Ruilong's heart.

"Young Master Zhao, this gun is not worthy of you."

Qi Tongwei stopped in front of the desk, looking down at the once arrogant man. "It's too clean, it's never been stained with blood."

"You...you mustn't do anything reckless!"

Zhao Ruilong gripped the gun with both hands, but couldn't stop them from trembling. "Qi Tongwei, what do you want? Money? Power? I'll give you that! I'll give you everything!"

He grasped at a straw, speaking rapidly, "I have an account in a Swiss bank with three hundred million US dollars! Just let me go, and I'll transfer it to you right now! Also, I can get my dad to promote you. Do you want to be a vice-governor? Or get into a ministry? My dad can make it happen!"

Ye Cunxin, who was standing to the side, let out a sneer.

She casually tossed the submachine gun onto the sofa and leaned lazily against the liquor cabinet. Her soaked police uniform gleamed under the light, perfectly outlining her shapely figure, especially her long legs, which were almost dazzlingly white in the dim light.

She picked up a bottle of expensive red wine, knocked off the neck, tilted her head back, and took a swig. The dark red wine flowed down her slender neck and slid into the bottomless neckline.

"Zhao Ruilong, have you lost your mind?"

Ye Cunxin wiped her mouth, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think we'd be short of money?"

Zhao Ruilong was stunned for a moment, his gaze falling on Ye Cunxin's arrogant face, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He recognized the woman.

The little princess of the Ye family in the capital.

That deep-seated despair instantly overwhelmed him.

Compare money to the Ye family? Compare power?

That's a joke.

"You...you all..." Zhao Ruilong's psychological defenses began to crumble. He still held his gun, but it was more of an instinctive defense. "My dad is Zhao Lichun! He's a vice-national level official! You've messed with me, he won't let you get away with it! The sky hasn't fallen in Handong yet!"

Qi Tongwei shook his head, his eyes filled with the pity one would show for a dead dog.

"Zhao Ruilong, you're too out of touch with the world."

Qi Tongwei slowly raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head. "Just half an hour ago, Secretary Sha Ruijin issued an arrest warrant for Zhao Lichun. Secretary Tian Guofu personally led a team to drag your father, who was faking illness, out of bed in the VIP ward of the Provincial People's Hospital."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, shattering Zhao Ruilong's last illusions.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Ruilong shook his head frantically, shouting hysterically, "My dad has connections in Beijing! Nobody dares to touch him! You're lying to me!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Qi Tongwei sneered, took out a cell phone that had been soaked in seawater from his pocket, and casually threw it on the table.

"You can call and ask yourself. If your so-called 'connections in Beijing' still dare to answer your call."

Zhao Ruilong reached for his phone with trembling hands, but because his hands were shaking so badly, the phone slipped and fell to the ground.

He scrambled off the table, knelt on the floor to pick up his phone, and shakily dialed the number he knew by heart.

That was Zhao Lichun's private, confidential phone number.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone is on.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Zhao Ruilong's eyes.

"Dad! Dad, save me! Qi Tongwei has gone mad! He's going to kill me!" Zhao Ruilong cried into the receiver.

However, it wasn't Zhao Lichun's authoritative voice that came from the other end of the phone.

Instead, it was a cold, businesslike male voice.

"I'm from the special investigation team of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. You must be Zhao Ruilong? We've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Clatter".

The phone slipped from Zhao Ruilong's hand and fell heavily onto the carpet.

That glimmer of hope in his eyes was instantly extinguished, replaced by endless emptiness.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

The Zhao family's big tree has fallen.

Qi Tongwei looked at Zhao Ruilong, who was slumped on the ground, without any change in his expression.

This is not just the downfall of a second generation; it is the end of twenty years of dark rule in Handong Province.

"Any last words?" Qi Tongwei asked calmly.

Zhao Ruilong suddenly raised his head, his handsome face now twisted like a vengeful ghost.

With no way out, the madness and ruthlessness deep within him erupted.

"Qi Tongwei! Even if I die, I'll take him down with me!"

Zhao Ruilong roared and pulled the trigger of his Browning gun.

If it were an ordinary police officer, this might actually have been a mistake.

But standing before him was Qi Tongwei, who possessed the power of [Grandmaster-level Fighting Techniques] and [God of Slaughter Mode].

The moment Zhao Ruilong applied pressure with his fingers, Qi Tongwei had already moved.

He stepped to the side, his movement so fast it was as if he teleported.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the wine cabinet behind him, shattering an expensive bottle of Romanée-Conti.

The next second, Qi Tongwei's military boots slammed into Zhao Ruilong's wrist.

"Snap!"

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

"ah--!"

Zhao Ruilong let out a piercing scream as his pistol flew out of his hand, his wrist twisted at a bizarre angle.

Qi Tongwei did not stop.

He grabbed Zhao Ruilong by the hair and slammed his head hard against the solid wood desk.

"Bang!"

The impact was extremely severe. Zhao Ruilong's face was covered in blood, his nasal bone was shattered, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

"This is for the children you've ruined."

Qi Tongwei said coldly.

He grabbed Zhao Ruilong's severed hand and dragged him out like a dead dog.

"Let me go... I am Zhao Ruilong... I am a superior man..." Zhao Ruilong was still mumbling incoherently, his face covered in blood mixed with snot and tears, and he no longer had any of the demeanor of the "Prince of Handong".

Ye Cunxin straightened up from beside the wine cabinet, still holding the half-empty bottle of red wine in her hand.

Looking at Qi Tongwei's broad and tall back, her eyes were filled with admiration and infatuation.

This man, whether in the jungles of the borderlands or aboard this sinister ship, is always so tough and so captivating.

She followed him barefoot, and as she passed the door, she casually poured the remaining half bottle of red wine onto Zhao Ruilong's high-end custom-made suit worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

"This wine is quite good; it's perfect for commemorating the rest of your life."

Ye Cunxin's smile was somewhat alluring.

The two dragged Zhao Ruilong through the corridor filled with corpses and across the blast-opened blast door.

The rain outside had stopped sometime ago.

They made their way up to the deck.

In the east, where the sea meets the sky, a faint glimmer of dawn is breaking.

The lights of several coast guard vessels flashed on the sea, and the piercing sirens shattered the silence of dawn as they drew nearer.

At the dock, dozens of police cars lined up in a long queue, their red and blue lights illuminating the entire port as if it were daytime.

Sha Ruijin, Tian Guofu, Zhao Donglai... all the prominent figures in Handong Province were standing on the dock, welcoming the giant ship laden with evidence of crimes as it docked.

Qi Tongwei threw Zhao Ruilong, who was lying on the deck like a dead dog.

The sea breeze carries a salty, fishy smell, but also a sense of freedom.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Ye Cunxin beside him.

Ye Cunxin was leaning against the railing, the sea breeze tousling her wet hair. Her police uniform, half-dry from the wind, clung to her body, accentuating her curves. She wasn't wearing shoes; her two fair feet were pressed together, her toes gripping the anti-slip treads on the deck restlessly.

Noticing Qi Tongwei's gaze, she turned her head, a sly glint in her peach blossom eyes.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman in trouble before?"

Qi Tongwei smiled.

This was the most relaxed laugh he had ever had since his rebirth.

"I'm thinking about how to explain to your grandfather when I get back that I blew up a ship with his precious granddaughter and also accidentally poked a hole in the sky over Handong."

Ye Cunxin rolled her eyes, walked over and took his arm, hanging her entire weight on him.

"What's there to explain?"

She leaned close to Qi Tongwei's ear, her warm breath brushing against his neck, "Just say it's a betrothal gift. I think the old man will be very happy to have you in his family after seeing this generous gift of Zhao Lichun's downfall."

Qi Tongwei reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"The betrothal gifts are a bit too much."

"I can afford it."

Ye Cunxin raised her chin, looking arrogant.

At this moment, the giant ship slowly approached the shore, and the massive gangway was lowered.

Zhao Donglai led a team of special police officers and rushed up. When he saw the mess on the ground and Zhao Ruilong being trampled under Qi Tongwei's feet, even this tough bureau chief couldn't help but gasp.

"Chief Qi...this is..."

"Criminal Zhao Ruilong has been apprehended and brought to justice."

Qi Tongwei pointed to the ground, "In addition, there are 128 abducted children in the lower deck, as well as all the illegal transaction ledgers of the Zhao family over the past ten years."

At this point, Qi Tongwei paused, his gaze passing through the crowd to Sha Ruijin, who was standing at the very front of the dock.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Sha Ruijin's face showed shock, relief, and a complex sense of awe.

Qi Tongwei straightened his slightly disheveled collar, straightened his back, and gave a standard military salute to the shore.

"Qi Tongwei, Director of the Public Security Bureau of Handong Province, has successfully completed his mission!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed over the empty harbor, lingering for a long time.

As Zhao Ruilong was escorted off the ship by the special police, the enormous shadow that had loomed over Handong for twenty years finally vanished completely at dawn.

But Qi Tongwei knew that this was just the beginning.

The Zhao family has fallen, but the game of power will never end.

He glanced at Ye Cunxin, who was nestled close to him, and squeezed her hand.

Since I've chosen this path in this life, I'll keep going.

Until he won by half a move against Heaven.

"Let's go home," Qi Tongwei said softly.

"Go back where?" Ye Cunxin blinked.

"Your house, or mine?"

"Go to the hospital!" Ye Cunxin suddenly shouted, "Your arm is still bleeding! What were you trying to look cool about!"

"This is just a minor injury..."

"Shut up! Listen to me!"

In the soft morning light, their shadows stretched long.

The sky over Handong was brightening.