[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining":3,"chapter-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-130":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1854968,2462,"Chapter 130: Going to pay","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-130",130,"\u003Cp>Chapter 130\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of gunfire echoes like thunder in the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t flinch. I keep moving. Duck, aim, shoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air stinks of metal and smoke. The staccato bursts of semi-automatics rattle through the rafters. Men scream. Glass shatters. Someone’s radio cuts out with a burst of static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies drop like flies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another one lunges from behind a crate. I whirl, squeeze the trigger. He falls mid-step, dead before he hits the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reload in three seconds flat. Clip. Slide. Ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some asshole leaked Raffaele’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Word on the street was vague, but clear enough: a Castellano without backup, spotted in the outskirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the desperate dogs trying to make a name for themselves, it was an open invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To me? It was a death warrant I had no intention of letting be fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raffaele is smart, careful. He never travels alone. But someone, somewhere, knew just enough about our movements to make this ambush possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, everyone from cartel rats to freelance mercenaries are trying to get their five seconds of glory by painting Castellano blood across warehouse walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over my dead body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bullet flies past my ear. I pivot, return fire. Two more fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re not trained. Just hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That makes them dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warehouse is vast—steel walls, stacked crates, rusted catwalks. It smells like dust, gunpowder, and old oil. I slip behind a shipping container, gesture to the two Castellano men on my six. One nods. The other is bleeding from the arm but still upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sweep the next row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I hear it—a short burst of Castellano code, whistled. Raffaele. He’s close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I move fast, sliding between crates, ducking under scaffolding, boots echoing against the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man comes at me with a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grab his wrist, twist, break. The blade clatters. He tries to scream, but my elbow hits his throat before he can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I keep going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I find Raffaele behind an overturned metal table, firing carefully into a group trying to flank us from the loading dock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lovely day,\" I say, dropping beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t even look surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brought a bouquet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A few bullets instead. Thought it more appropriate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We cover each other, switching between shooting and reloading like a choreographed dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grenade clatters nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We dive behind a stack of pallets. It explodes, ripping into the floor where we just were. Wood and concrete splinter upward in a roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re better armed than I expected,\" he mutters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re not here to scare you. They’re here to bury you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks at me. \"Think you can get us out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirk, pull two smoke grenades from my belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\" I’m insulted you had to ask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pull the pins and throw them hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke blooms like poison clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the haze, I move like a shadow. I hear shouting, confused gunfire. Someone screams about backup. I shoot two silhouettes in the mist, push Raffaele forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Out the side door,\" I bark into my comms. \"Team C, light the exit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spotlight flashes. An escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We bolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The side corridor smells like mold and gasoline. Another two men block our path. I shoot one in the leg, Raffaele takes out the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We burst through the door into the cold night air, breathing hard, backs slick with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A van screeches to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I yank off my suit jacket the second the doors slide shut, tossing it aside. The fabric’s soaked in sweat and blood. Not mine, thankfully, but still—it’s been a hell of a 24 hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hair is sticking to my neck. There’s gunpowder residue on my gloves. My boots are slick from someone else’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought you had your men on lock,\" I snap, glaring at Raffaele as the van jerks forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wipes the blood from his cheek with the back of his sleeve, eyes stormy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did. I thought I did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what the fuck was that?\" I ask, still panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raffaele doesn’t answer immediately. He pulls a flask from the inside of his torn jacket, takes a long swig, then holds it out to me. I wave it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We had a leak,\" he says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know who it is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That quiet fury in his voice? It’s rarer than mine. Raffaele’s usually calm. Detached. Dangerous in a cold, surgical way. But right now, he looks like he wants to rip someone apart with his bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It takes thirty minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincenzo is dragged in by two of Raffaele’s men, bruised and struggling, bound with zip ties and spitting curses in rapid Italian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re in a backroom of one of the Castellano-owned warehouses. No cameras. No witnesses. Just concrete walls and steel hooks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincenzo glares at Raffaele like he’s the traitor. The nerve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sold us out,\" Raffaele says, voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincenzo laughs. His nose is bleeding. One eye’s swelling. \"Prove it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We don’t have to,\" I say, stepping forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you’re going to talk anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spits at the floor near my shoes. \"You won’t do shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sigh and roll up my sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julie lays out a small velvet case beside me. When I open it, there are tools. Simple, precise, and terrifying. He knows what they mean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait,\" Raffaele says. \"Are you sure you want to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want the name or not?\" I ask, already pulling on the gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn back to Vincenzo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This could be fast,\" I say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or it could be biblical.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I choose the pliers first. Start with a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screams. Not the theatrical kind. The kind that rips out of you because your nerves can’t handle the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spits blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re insane,\" he gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have no idea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It takes ten more minutes. He sobs. He begs. And finally, he breaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luciano,\" he croaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He paid me. He said it was just to scare him. I didn’t know they wanted to kill him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I believe him. Mostly. But that doesn’t mean I’ll forgive him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I step back. Bloody gloves, sweat down my back, pulse still raging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raffaele stands silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julie grabs a rag and hands it to me. I wipe the worst of the blood from my arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do with him?\" one of Raffaele’s men asks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at Raffaele. This is his call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tie him to the chair,\" he says after a moment. \"And leave him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raffaele nods. \"Let Luciano know we found his rat. And that we’re not done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how it should be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve wasted two whole days in blood and bullets when I should’ve been with my beloved. But nooo—Luciano just had to make it personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn to one of the men, voice cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pack up the fingers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nods without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brother needs a gift,\" I add, expression unchanging. \"Something thoughtful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood hasn’t dried yet. Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the men move, I lean back, brushing the slick hair from my forehead. I’m tired. My boots are soaked. My hands still sting from the work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—I smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because payback?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Payback’s coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I swear on my beloved’s soul... Luciano is going to pay.\u003C\u002Fp>",1215,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","7aa663ae0804604d7aaecab114c1bb5f1047a35abbe1f3ff54f37337678c4855","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-131","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-129",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]