The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

In Beijing, at the Longtengge Hotel, on the second floor, in the Tianlong Hall.

This place is outrageously extravagant; it's as if the words "money is no object" are gilded and hung at the entrance.

The 150-square-meter space was resplendent in gold, with dazzling lights that made one's eyes water. In the center stood a giant round table with a diameter of nearly six meters, large enough for thirty heroes to drink wine from large bowls and eat large chunks of meat.

Next to it are a high-end rosewood tea table, a custom-made Italian leather sofa, a German sound system that looks like it could give your ears a spa treatment, and several large screens that can be used as mirrors.

This is hardly a private room.

It's clearly a miniature luxury club that combines eating, drinking, gambling, and prostitution... oops, I mean, a combination of dining, business, and entertainment.

Our young master Zeng—Comrade Zeng Long.

He strode with an arrogant gait that even the King of Hell would want to grease his feet and hasten his reincarnation.

He plopped down in the main seat.

He acted as if he were the big spender who was paying the bill today.

He crossed his legs and shamelessly waved to Minister Li Weiguo, whose face was as black as soot.

"Hey buddy, don't just stand there! Come sit down, come sit next to me, don't be shy! Make yourself at home!"

Li Weiguo almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

Am I being polite?!

Me, whatever?!

Do I need to be polite with you?!

Don't you even know who's treating today?!

He suppressed the urge to stuff the little brat in front of him back into his mother's womb (although he knew he probably couldn't beat him).

With a face as dark as Bao Gong's, he slowly sat down in a spot two meters away from Zeng Long.

The two sat at the enormous round table that could fit a reinforced platoon, looking like two sesame seeds floating in the ocean, appearing both ridiculous and lonely.

At this moment, a pretty young waitress cautiously stepped forward and softly asked:

"Gentlemen, shall I brew you a pot of top-grade Longjing tea to soothe your throats first? We can start serving the main dishes once your other guests arrive, shall we?"

Zeng Long gave a wicked smile (what he thought was his own) and waved his hand:

No tea, that stuff helps with digestion and will affect my performance later!

Oh right, it's just the two of us, no one else!

Go take a look at the menu, yes, that thing that's as thick as a dictionary, the first 13 pages, yes, every single dish on every page, give me one of each.

The waitress's pretty eyes widened instantly.

Her small mouth opened into an "O" shape:

"Sir... are you... are you sure? Just two people? The... the first 13 pages? Our menu has eight or nine dishes per page..."

Zeng Long stroked his chin, looking at Li Weiguo, who was beginning to tremble slightly.

They'll keep making outrageous statements.

Tsk, I know, there are over a hundred dishes.

Sigh, your table is a bit small. I'm worried it won't fit everything, otherwise I would have ordered the last few pages too.

I'll let your boss know, and we'll replace it with a bigger one next time, otherwise it will affect the customer's experience.

He had a sincere expression on his face that said, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Minister Li Weiguo, standing nearby, was pressing his left hand firmly against his heart, while his other hand trembled as he reached for a nitroglycerin pill.

He felt his blood pressure was breaking through its limits, soaring to unknown heights of the universe.

Heavens above! Earth below! What terrible things have I done?!

Other people order food by the "piece," but this little bastard orders by the "page"!

And you're complaining that the table is too small?!

This is hardly a meal.

This is practically a funeral for my salary for the next year!

If I had known you were such a spendthrift, I would have bought a one-way ticket and flown away to Mars no matter how far away it was, instead of coming to pick you up!

It has to be at the speed of light.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Zeng Long urged the stunned waiters.

"Hurry up and serve the food! Can't you see our esteemed Minister Li is starving? His eyes are practically green with hunger! He's practically glued to his back!"

The waiters, as if waking from a dream, began serving dishes in a daze.

Soon, all sorts of delicacies were served up like a flowing stream.

Soon the huge tabletop was completely covered with the aroma, which, mixed with the scent of Minister Li's heartbreak, filled the entire private room.

Zeng Long completely unleashed his true nature, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

It's like he's possessed by a food critic.

Even amidst the swirling clouds, they didn't forget to offer their commentary:

Hmm! This roast duck is good! The skin is crispy and the meat is tender, but the sauce is a bit too salty. I'll use less next time!

"Wow, this grouper is steamed to perfection, so fresh!"

"This Buddha Jumps Over the Wall... has plenty of ingredients, but the taste is a bit lacking, not as good as what I had in the south." He ate with great relish, his mouth greasy.

In contrast, look at our poor Minister Li.

My left hand never left my heart.

Holding chopsticks in his right hand makes him look like he has Parkinson's disease.

He was facing a table full of "evidence" worth a year's salary.

They couldn't eat, but not eating made their hearts bleed.

Every bite of food looked to him like a piece torn from his paycheck.

Amidst this bizarre atmosphere of contrasting temperatures, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang!

Five or six spoiled brats, led by Wang Tianhao, barged in.

The young man leading the group is a descendant of the Wang family in Beijing.

My father is the second-in-command of a certain ministry and is currently working for the eldest son of the Liu family.

Today I originally planned to host a banquet for Young Master Liu.

Young Master Liu is quite a celebrity lately. He is the number two figure in the Jinglong Society founded by Chen Yifeng, and he is very successful in the industry.

Wang Tianhao spotted Li Weiguo in the main seat at a glance, and immediately put on a fawning smile before quickly stepping forward.

Uncle Li! Is that really you?!

The manager downstairs just said that you were a distinguished guest and that you even used the Tianlong Hall that I had booked. I didn't believe it!

With your busy schedule, you should be hosting banquets at least at the level of a state guesthouse. How come you have time to patronize our small business?

His eyes swept over the table full of almost untouched but enormous dishes, then looked at the empty private room.

He asked in confusion, "Uncle Li, your guest... hasn't arrived yet?"

Li Weiguo's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

How was he supposed to answer that?

So, there were only two of them, and this guy next to them ordered thirteen pages of food all by himself?

He stammered, his old face slightly flushed: "Ah... well... Xiao Wang... today's main purpose is..."

Seeing the troubled look on Li Weiguo's face, Wang Tianhao assumed he understood; Li Weiguo must be entertaining extremely important guests and couldn't reveal the details.

He smiled knowingly and said, "Understood, understood! Uncle Li, you're hosting distinguished guests, I must give up this private room! When the guests arrive, I'll definitely come over to offer a toast..."

Before he could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of the young man who was engrossed in eating and completely ignoring them.

Seeing that the other party was so ignorant of the rules, and feeling frustrated that his private room had been taken, Wang Tianhao immediately found a scapegoat.

He didn't dare to vent his anger on Li Weiguo, nor did he dare to discipline an ignorant junior.

His face darkened, and he reprimanded Zeng Long:

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Who do you think you are? Don't you know any manners? The guests haven't even arrived, and the head of the table hasn't been touched yet, and you're already eating? Didn't your parents teach you any manners?"

Zeng Long is having a fierce battle with a braised pork hock.

Upon hearing this, he slowly put down the bone and wiped his greasy hands on the expensive tablecloth (Li Weiguo's heart clenched again).

Then Zeng Long raised his head, glanced at Wang Tianhao with his oily but still sharp eyes, and turned to Li Weiguo, saying:

"Who's this? Old Wang's from next door?"

Li Weiguo rolled his eyes and chose to play dead.

Wang Tianhao was taken aback by the phrase "Old Wang next door," and his temper flared up instantly.

"What the hell did you say?! I'm Wang Tianhao! Ever heard of me?!"

Zeng Long seemed not to hear him and continued to ask in that infuriating tone:

Oh, Wang Tianhao. What's your last name?

"My surname is Wang! I already said that! Are you hard of hearing?!"

Wang Tianhao raised his voice.

"And what about your grandfather?" Zeng Long persisted.

My surname is Wang, and of course my grandfather's surname was Wang too! Are you fucking crazy?!

Wang Tianhao felt like his intelligence was being rubbed into the ground.

"And what about your dad?" Zeng Long continued his probing question.

"Holy shit!" Wang Tianhao completely exploded. "My surname is Wang! My dad's surname is Wang! Are you trying to play tongue twisters with me?! Are you looking for a beating?!"

After listening, Zeng Long slammed his hand on the table, making Li Weiguo's heart skip a beat.

Zeng Long suddenly realized.

"oh--!!!"

He pointed at Wang Tianhao, his face showing an expression as if he had discovered a universal truth:

"So it turns out your grandfather and your father both have your surname! Awesome! You're really awesome! Filial piety brings great power."

"puff--!!!!!"

Li Weiguo, who was taking a sip of tea to calm his nerves, couldn't hold back and sprayed his mouthful of tea mixed with his heart's blood all over the lobster sashimi in front of him!

He choked so badly that tears streamed down his face, and he coughed so hard he felt dizzy and disoriented.

Wang Tianhao was stunned for several seconds before he realized that the other party was cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations in various ways!

He was so angry that his face turned from red to green, then from green to purple, looking like a purple eggplant about to explode.

Fuck you! You dare mess with me?

Wang Tianhao completely lost his temper and, disregarding Li Weiguo's presence, pointed at Zeng Long's nose and began to curse.

Which bastard crawled out of the gutter, you son of a bitch?

You're a brat who was born of a father but was never taught by a mother!

Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of your damned parents.

The words "deceased parents" were like Pandora's box being opened in an instant!

The temperature inside the private room suddenly dropped ten degrees!

Zeng Long's nonchalant expression vanished instantly, replaced by an icy chill that could freeze a person to death and a palpable killing intent!

Those eyes, which had been filled with mockery just moments before, now resembled two emotionless ice cores.

Li Weiguo thought to himself, "My goodness! This is going to be terrible!"

Before anyone could react, Zeng Long's figure flashed!

next second!

"Ugh!" Wang Tianhao let out a strange cry like a rooster being choked!

Zeng Long had already moved up to him like a ghost, and one of his hands gripped his neck like an iron clamp, lifting him off the ground!

Wang Tianhao's face instantly turned a purplish-red, his eyes bulged, and he frantically scratched at Zeng Long's arm with both hands, making a choking "hoarse" sound in his throat, which scared him so much that his crotch was almost wet.

"If you have the guts... say it... again..."

Zeng Long's voice was low and hoarse, like the cold wind from Siberia, each word carrying shards of ice.

The terrifying killing intent spread out, scaring Wang Tianhao and his cronies so much that their legs trembled and they almost collapsed to the ground.

The waitress screamed and hid behind the sofa.

Li Weiguo was utterly terrified!

He rushed forward, disregarding his dignity as a minister, grabbed Zeng Long's arm with both hands, and urgently pleaded in a low voice.

My darling! My grandpa! Spare him! Spare him!

This is the capital city, right under the emperor's nose. If someone dies here, my term as minister is over!

Leave it to me, I'll definitely handle this!

I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly for you. You'll even make him kowtow and apologize to me. Trust me this once.

He was genuinely afraid that if Zeng Long tightened his grip, the Wang family would have to prepare for the feast!

Sensing Li Weiguo's panic and urgency, Zeng Long's terrifying killing intent subsided slightly.

His icy gaze swept across Wang Tianhao's terrified face like a knife, then he tossed it aside like trash.

"Bang!"

Wang Tianhao fell flat on his back, clutching his neck and coughing and gagging violently, his face covered in tears, snot, and saliva.

Looking at Zeng Long was like looking at a demon crawling out of hell, and fear and anger welled up in my heart.

Zeng Long straightened his perfectly neat collar, as if he had just swatted a buzzing fly.

He didn't even bother to look at the puddle of mud on the ground, and simply tossed a few words to the still-shaken Li Weiguo:

"Alright, Minister Li. Then I'll... await your good news. I hope your 'explanation' will be... even more flavorful than this meal."

Li Weiguo looked at the mess on the ground, at the terrified Wang Tianhao, and then at the unfathomable Zeng Long.

Everything went black before my eyes, and my heart was filled with agonizing despair:

This meal almost killed me!

Zeng Sheng! Your Zeng family, you've really found a grandson, haven't you?

This is clearly like inviting back a living devil! My salary! My heart! My life!!!