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

The library at Kyungsei University is so quiet that you can hear the faint sound of pages turning.

Sunlight streamed through the huge glass windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the large desk.

Zeng Long was engrossed in a thick book, "A History of Political Games in Modern China".

His eyes were focused, and his fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the table, as if he were rehearsing the turbulent waves in the book.

Two figures quietly approached.

Zeng Lingyu, holding Yan Ruge's hand, her face filled with barely suppressed excitement and a touch of nervousness, walked to Zeng Long's table and spoke softly in a sweet voice:

"Zeng Long, is it convenient for you to sit next to me?"

Zeng Long looked up from the sea of ​​books.

What comes into view are two beautiful women with very different styles, yet equally outstanding.

Zeng Lingyu is like the girl next door, fresh and lively, with clear eyes that convey undisguised gentleness and approachability;

Yan Ruge, standing beside her, possessed a cool and aloof demeanor, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley.

Her beautiful face carried a hint of aloofness that made her seem unapproachable, and her bright eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

Zeng Long gave a polite, calm smile and nodded.

"Okay." Then his gaze fell back to the book, as if the charm of the two beauties was not as attractive as the boring political struggles in the book.

Even Yan Rugo was slightly surprised.

She is very confident in her looks and temperament. When boys see her, they are more or less flustered or attentive.

She had never seen anyone react so calmly and completely ignore Zeng Long. She couldn't help but glance at Zeng Long a few more times.

Zeng Lingyu didn't care at all and happily pulled Yan Ruge to sit down.

She leaned closer, like a curious kitten, looking at Zeng Long's book:

"Zeng Long, you seem quite engrossed in political history. Are you planning to switch majors and study politics?"

Perhaps it was Zeng Lingyu's clean and warm gaze that made Zeng Long feel a strange sense of intimacy.

He unusually closed the book, smiled, and said, "Just browsing, getting a general idea."

The two chatted casually like that.

The conversation naturally turned from political history to our respective economics majors.

When Zeng Long casually explained the deep connection between several international financial cases and domestic economic policies, his insights were profound, his perspective unique, and his logic rigorous.

Zeng Lingyu and Yan Ruge were both shocked, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Yan Ruge was even more surprised! This was definitely not the kind of knowledge and analytical ability that an ordinary freshman should have.

She keenly sensed that the seemingly ordinary boy beside her was far from simple.

Her gaze lingered on Zeng Long and Zeng Lingyu's faces, and a strange feeling welled up inside her:

These two people's eyebrows, eyes, and facial features... seem to have a certain resemblance?

And they both have the surname Zeng... Zeng Long, Zeng Lingyu... Her brother's name is Zeng Linglong? And their names are only one character different?

An absurd thought flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. There are so many people in the world with the surname Zeng, what a coincidence!

At the end of their conversation, Zeng Lingyu happily exchanged contact information with Zeng Long, and the three then parted ways. Yan Ruge left the library, filled with doubts and a hint of curiosity about Zeng Long.

As night falls, the late-night food street outside Beijing University of Technology is bustling with activity and full of lively atmosphere.

Zeng Long and the three lively girls from dormitory 307, along with Sun Xiaomeng from the Foreign Languages ​​Department and several other girls from the previous social gathering, went out to find food together.

Zhu Yiqun was enthusiastically describing which crayfish was the most flavorful and which barbecue skewers were cooked to perfection, fully demonstrating his extended function as a "canteen trendsetter".

As soon as they stepped out of the school gate, a blond-haired hoodlum squatting by the roadside across the street, smoking, caught their eye and immediately pulled out his phone to report in a low voice:

"Brother Leopard! The target has been spotted! He's headed to the late-night food street with a bunch of students!"

All of this did not escape Zeng Long's notice.

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his lips. Pretending not to have seen anything, he continued chatting and laughing with his classmates as they walked toward the food stall they had booked.

Just as everyone was seated, ordered their food and drinks, and the atmosphere was getting lively.

A group of men and women dressed in flamboyant clothes, with dragons and phoenixes tattooed on their faces, and making a lot of noise, walked over and unceremoniously occupied the large table next to them.

They were extremely loud, making a racket and spewing profanities, which drew the attention of students at several nearby tables, who looked on with displeasure.

Zhu Yiqun was telling jokes to Sun Xiaomeng with great enthusiasm, making the girl cover her mouth and giggle.

At that moment, a woman dressed provocatively and wearing heavy makeup stood up at the other table, swaying her hips as if she were going to the restroom.

As she passed by Zhu Yiqun, she suddenly let out an exaggerated "Ouch!" and collapsed limply towards him as if she had no bones left!

Zhu Yiqun subconsciously reached out to steady him.

The woman, however, jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and slapped Zhu Yiqun hard across the chubby face!

"Smack!" A sharp sound rang out! "You filthy scoundrel! How dare you touch me? You think you can take advantage of me? You don't want to live anymore!" The woman's shrill shouts instantly pierced the night sky.

This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Zhu Yiqun, clutching his burning face, was completely dumbfounded.

"I...I didn't!"

But the group of thugs didn't give him a chance to explain; they all swarmed around him in a flash.

He cursed filthy language and started hitting Zhu Yiqun and his two other roommates who wanted to argue.

In that chaotic moment, Zeng Long, who had been sitting quietly, moved!

His movements were as fast as a ghost, as still as a virgin, and as swift as thunder!

There are no unnecessary frills, only concise, efficient, and extremely swift strikes.

He moved with lightning speed, disappearing into the crowd as if he had teleported!

A precise chop to the neck of the leader of the thugs struck him like lightning. The man's eyes bulged out, and without uttering a sound, he collapsed to the ground like a limp rag doll!

Then immediately duck! Turn to the side! A stick whistling through the air grazed Zeng Long's scalp!

Zeng Long followed up with a fierce sweeping leg kick! Two crisp "crack" sounds rang out!

The two thugs who rushed at the front screamed as they were swept away, crashing into a bunch of tables and chairs!

Elbow strike! Like a heavy hammer, it slammed into the chest of a thug who was trying to take him down. The man's face turned red instantly, and he knelt on the ground, retching!

Knee strike! Another thug, as if hit by a speeding car, clutched his stomach and curled up like a shrimp!

Joint lock! A guy holding a bottle, trying to sneak up on someone, had his wrist twisted at a bizarre angle, letting out a pig-like scream, and the bottle crashed to the ground.

Every time he made a move, it was inevitably accompanied by a thug's screams of pain and loss of fighting ability!

The speed was so fast it was dazzling!

All that could be seen was a blurry figure weaving through the crowd, causing chaos and destruction wherever it went!

Its strength is so great that it will injure you if you touch it, and knock you down if you bump into it!

Its reflexes are so sharp, it's as if its entire body is covered in eyes, always managing to evade attacks by the slightest margin and deliver the most lethal counterattack.

In less than a minute! The dozen or so thugs who were just moments ago so aggressive were now all lying on the ground, groaning and howling, unable to even get up!

The whole process was clean and efficient, even possessing a kind of violent aesthetic.

The entire room fell silent!

All the students stared in disbelief at Zeng Long, who stood there without even catching his breath, as if they were looking at a monster!

Zhu Yiqun, Du Ziteng, and Hao Shuai were so wide-open their mouths that they could fit an egg in them!

They knew Zeng Long was a good fighter, but they didn't expect him to be this good! He's a fucking weapon!

Zeng Long straightened his perfectly neat collar and coldly swept his gaze over the group of "thugs" on the ground.

A thug lying on the ground, who looked like a minor leader, pointed at Zeng Long with a fierce but weak expression, despite the excruciating pain:

"Hey...kid! Where the hell do you think you are? Give me your name if you dare! You think you can fight? Well, then! Kill me, or I'll have your men kill you!"

Zeng Long looked down at him, a classic, slightly wicked smile on his face, and said clearly:

"My name is Zeng Long."

"Jingqing University, Department of Economics, Class 2"

"If you want revenge, you are welcome to come to me anytime."

After saying that, he didn't look at the thugs again and waved to the students who were still in a state of shock:

"It's alright, let's go, let's eat somewhere else." It was as if he had just casually swatted a few flies.

About an hour after Zeng Long and the others returned to school.

Suddenly, shouts of fighting and killing came from another relatively secluded alley near the school!

"Damn it! It's you guys again! Weren't you scared enough by Zeng Long's beating just now?"

Scarface—shouting loudly. "Bullshit! We're here to settle scores! Where's that bastard Zeng Long?"

"Tell him to get out here!" A blond thug leading the group retorted professionally.

The two sides began shoving and shouting at each other, and it looked like they were about to start another fight. The few passersby around had already run away in fear.

According to the original plan, this should have been another exhibition match that was all talk and no action.

However, in the seemingly chaotic moment when the two sides made physical contact!

A hidden yet extremely ruthless glint suddenly flashed in the eyes of the scarred leader!

The secret instruction he received was not to act, but to "make the act real!"

He suddenly lunged forward, seemingly losing his balance due to being pushed by the other party, but his wrist moved with extreme concealment and precision!

"Thud—!" A dull thud, like a sharp weapon piercing flesh, suddenly rang out!

The sharpened machete in his hand was plunged mercilessly and viciously into the abdomen of the blond thug who was cursing across from him.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment!

The ferocious expression on the blond thug's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme shock and unbelievable pain!

He looked down at the hilt of the knife deeply embedded in his abdomen, then looked up at the scarred man with cold eyes in front of him, letting out a "ha...ha..." sound.

"You...you..." He couldn't understand at all. How could acting have turned out like this?

Scarface suddenly pulled out his machete!

A stream of warm blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes and the ground red!

The blond thug let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his bleeding wound, staggered back a few steps, and collapsed heavily to the ground!

His body convulsed in agony, and the pool of blood beneath him rapidly expanded.

It all happened too fast, too suddenly, and too bloodily! It was completely beyond everyone's expectations!

The henchmen on both sides were terrified, staring blankly at the screaming blond man on the ground and the scarred man with a blood-dripping machete and a ferocious expression, forgetting to move for a moment.

Scarface, panting heavily, raised his still-dripping machete and pointed it at the group of "enemies" opposite him who were completely terrified.

The voice was hoarse yet exceptionally clear as it roared, as if addressed to someone lurking in the shadows:

"Fuck you! You idiot! Brother Zeng Long said! Anyone who dares to get in his way will be killed first! That's a model for him!"

After shouting, he didn't linger and waved his hand:

"Let's go!" He led his gang of underlings, who were equally terrified by the bloody scene, and quickly disappeared into the dark alleyway.

All that remained was a pool of glaring blood on the ground, the yellow-haired thug whose fate was unknown, and a group of completely dumbfounded and terrified "enemy" thugs.

After a brief silence, the remaining thugs let out terrified screams:

"Murder...murder!!"

"Quick! Call an ambulance!!"

"Are these people insane?! They're really going all out!!"

"It was Zeng Long! Zeng Long ordered them to do it!"

The stench of blood in the alley was so strong it was nauseating.

This originally planned farce of framing was turned into a real tragedy by a cold order to "make it real."

It instantly escalated into an extremely serious criminal case involving a knife attack!

And all the evidence, based on the horrified testimonies of eyewitnesses and participants, clearly points to that name—Zeng Long!

The ruthlessness and scheming of the mastermind behind the scenes were on full display at this moment.

This is not just about ruining his reputation; it's about dragging Zeng Long into the abyss of crime, from which he will never be able to escape!

The news spread like wildfire, accompanied by the wailing of sirens, quickly reaching every corner it was meant to reach.

At this moment, Zeng Long was holding the phone, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "As planned..."