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

Beijing, at the "Platinum Palace" private club's billiards room.

Soft lighting focused on the dark green billiard table, and the air was filled with the aroma of fine cigars and whiskey.

Chen Yifeng leaned down gracefully, his eyes sharp, and his arm steadily pushed out the cue stick.

"Bang!" The black 8-ball flew a precise straight line and fell into the pocket.

Wang Tianhao stood to the side, his face no longer showing the arrogance of a spoiled brat, but only anxiety and resentment. He was almost crushing the wine glass in his hand.

"Brother Feng, I've told you the whole situation. You have to help me think of a solution!"

Wang Tianhao's voice was filled with barely suppressed urgency, almost a plea!

I hired the most expensive team to pry open that kid's computer, and they couldn't even get a hair out of it!

I used every connection the Wang family had to investigate him, and what was the result? Absolutely nothing! Even the school is keeping their mouths shut like a sealed iron barrel!

Chen Yifeng seemed not to hear his complaints, and slowly and meticulously rubbed the tip of the cue with chocolate powder.

His gaze was intently focused on the remaining balls on the table, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather:

"Tianhao, don't rush. Sit down, have a drink, and calm down."

Wang Tianhao grabbed a handful of hair in frustration, almost turning his carefully styled hair into a bird's nest.

He sank heavily into the leather sofa next to him, picked up the single malt whisky that the waiter had just served, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The burning alcohol scalded his stomach, but it couldn't quell the fire in his heart.

"How can I not be anxious, Brother Feng!" His eyes were bloodshot. "That bastard almost strangled me to death on the spot! I can't fucking swallow this!"

Chen Yifeng then slightly raised his eyes, glanced at him, and a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.

He continued hitting the ball seemingly casually, as if chatting:

"Oh? His enrollment procedures were handled directly by the Security Department, with Minister Li's personal signature. The process was compliant... Even the specific source and file were encrypted. The vice principal didn't know?"

He paused, then put another flower ball into the bag with a single stroke before slowly continuing:

As for compliance, it naturally depends on the parties involved!

What if the person involved is a person with a bad record and shady character who participates in fights, brawls, or even bullies vulnerable students and commits crimes?

Shouldn't the person who approved and signed off on the application bear responsibility for the lack of thorough review?

If this kind of person passes the review and can still enter Beijing, then the problem... wouldn't it be even bigger?

Chen Yifeng straightened up, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands. His gaze swept lightly over Wang Tianhao, his tone carrying a detached, mocking tone:

"Tianhao, you can't rush things. As for me, I'm just an observer. I like to exercise my brain cells in my spare time, so I'm just saying whatever comes to mind."

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through the fog in Wang Tianhao's mind!

Yeah! Just like my dad takes care of me, a father taking care of his son is no problem!

But what if I'm a criminal?

Isn't that covering up dereliction of duty?!

Wang Tianhao slapped his thigh suddenly, his eyes widening, his face instantly contorted with wild joy and ruthlessness:

"Brother Feng! I understand! Thank you for your guidance, Brother Feng! I know what to do!"

Chen Yifeng smiled slightly, raised his wine glass, and gently clinked it against Wang Tianhao's excitedly raised glass, producing a crisp sound:

"Then, congratulations in advance to Young Master Wang for getting revenge soon."

Watching Wang Tianhao's hurried departure as if he had been injected with chicken blood, Chen Yifeng's gentle smile instantly cooled, replaced by a cold sarcasm and an air of complete control.

After the billiard room fell silent again, Chen Yifeng did not leave.

He walked to the window, overlooking the dazzling night view of Beijing, took out another encrypted phone, and skillfully dialed two numbers.

The first call was to a deputy minister in the Ministry of State Security who was in charge of approvals and had close ties to the Chen family.

"Uncle Liu, it's me, Yifeng."

His tone became respectful and composed.

Grandpa asked me to give you his regards... As the end of the year approaches, there may be some changes in some positions within the department.

Grandpa thinks it's time for Uncle Liu to take a step up and shoulder more responsibility for the organization...

Oh, by the way, there's something I wanted to share. I heard that Jingqing University recently had a transfer student named Zeng Long, and his application was specially approved by Minister Li.

But there are reports from below that there might be a problem; it seems the Wang family's son is preparing materials to file a complaint...

If there is indeed a letter of complaint, I hope that you, Uncle Liu, will handle it impartially.

The second call was to an official in the Department of Higher Education Student Affairs of the Ministry of Education, and the content was largely the same.

First, they promised benefits and future prospects, then casually mentioned the potential irregularities in the admissions process at Beijing Qing University, implying that the other party was "paying attention" and "following procedures."

Two phone calls, a few words exchanged, yet they were like two invisible threads, quietly wrapping around Li Weiguo's neck.

He doesn't need to fabricate evidence directly; he only needs to use the two slow and steady approaches of "handling matters impartially" and "following procedures" at crucial moments.

Then, the vanguard charging ahead was enough to put Li Weiguo in a very passive position.

Either help Zeng Long solve the problem, or Zeng Long leaves the school. But no matter which one, as the Minister of Security, he cannot escape responsibility. This situation is unsolvable...

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yifeng swirled the remaining wine in his glass, a confident smile spreading across his face.

Although Wang Tianhao's knife is a bit dull, it can still kill if used properly.

Xishan, the study of the Zeng family's courtyard house.

The atmosphere was completely different from the club's languid and extravagant atmosphere; it was so heavy it was almost palpable.

General Zeng sat upright in his armchair, his back straight as a pine tree, but the bulging veins on the back of his hand, which was tightly gripping the purple clay teapot, revealed the raging anger in his heart.

Standing before him were Zeng Sheng and Li Weiguo, two tough and ruthless figures who were usually out in the world, but now they looked like children who had done something wrong, with their heads down and fine beads of cold sweat on their foreheads.

"That brat from the Wang family met with Vice Principal Zhang!"

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried immense weight; every word seemed to strike the heart.

"At the same time, someone broke into Xiaolong's dormitory! And a group of thugs around the school are asking about my grandson!"

He slammed his hand on the table, the fine sandalwood surface making a dull thud, and the teacups jumped up!

What are you all good for?! Huh?! You can't even stop something this simple?!

Do you only realize this when those filthy, smelly people get right up in front of my grandson and disturb his peace?

The old man's eyes were wide open, burning with the fierce flames of protectiveness and the long-held authority of a superior:

Let me tell you! My grandson finally came back, and he just wants to have a few days of peace!

If anyone dares to touch him or disturb his peace, then don't blame me, this old man, for personally taking action and letting them know what it means to regret being born!

His sharp gaze swept over Zeng Sheng and Li Weiguo:

"If you can't even handle this trivial matter, then you two shouldn't embarrass me in public."

Zeng Sheng suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with guilt and determination:

Dad! Don't worry! It was my oversight! I'll take care of it right away! I won't let anyone disturb Xiaolong.

Li Weiguo's back was soaked with cold sweat. He stood at attention and made a vow:

"Sir! It's my fault! I assure you! Within 24 hours, all the flies and mosquitoes will be completely eliminated! Zeng Long will not be disturbed in the slightest."

"Get out there and do it!" The old man waved his hand, his anger still simmering.

Zeng Sheng and Li Weiguo left the study almost holding their breath. They exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying only a chilling murderous intent and an unprecedented solemnity.

The old man was truly enraged. This meant that some people would have to pay a heavy price for their foolish actions.

As night deepened, the neon lights of Beijing continued to flicker, but beneath the calm surface, a massive wave had already been stirred up by a young man.

Chen Yifeng's dark net had just been cast when the Zeng family, this behemoth, had already fully awakened, revealing its sharp fangs.

An invisible collision is about to unfold.