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

At 3:50 p.m., in Zeng Long's hotel room.

Li Weiguo gently squeezed the empty beer can in his hand, making a slight crunching sound.

With a flick of his wrist, the can traced a precise arc and silently landed in the corner trash can.

He picked up a tissue and slowly wiped his mouth, his movements still exuding a sense of leisure.

However, when he stood up and slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling Beijing outside, his aura suddenly changed drastically!

The previous ease, care, and even a trace of elder's kindness vanished without a trace in an instant.

Instead, there is a coldness and majesty of someone who has long held a high position and wields the power of life and death!

His spine was ramrod straight, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, as if a sleeping lion had finally awakened, revealing its sharp claws.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. The call was answered almost instantly.

Before the other party could speak, Li Weiguo's icy, emotionless voice rang out, each word like tempered steel, hard and deadly:

"Action. Close the net."

"Target: All individuals listed on the list. Method: Forced control."

"Principle: Those who cooperate will be taken away; those who dare to resist will be knocked unconscious and taken away; those who resist fiercely and endanger the safety of the personnel..."

He paused slightly, a cold glint in his eyes, and uttered two words: "Fire!"

The instructions were concise, clear, and unquestionable, full of the decisiveness and ruthlessness expected of a leader of a violent machine.

There was no further response from the other end of the phone, only a soft confirmation tone, and then the call was disconnected.

Li Weiguo put down his phone, and the intimidating aura emanating from him receded like the tide.

He turned around, and his face returned to that gentle, caring, and even slightly joking expression!

It was as if the person who had just given the order and could say "fire" without hesitation was not him at all.

"Little Dragon, come on, let's keep drinking."

He smiled, walked back to the sofa, and picked up another can of beer.

"Let's drink and watch TV, see if your Uncle Li's thunderous counterattack suits your taste, if it's powerful enough!"

After saying that, he picked up the remote control and turned on the large LCD TV on the hotel wall.

Inside a high-end residential complex in Beijing.

Wang Tianhao was sitting excitedly in front of the computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard!

He was spitting as he wrote vicious comments about Zeng Long under a post on a popular forum, a twisted glee on his face.

"Hmph, Zeng Long! Let's see how you recover this time! I'll ruin your reputation and make sure you never get a chance to live again! You dare mess with me..."

He hadn't finished speaking to himself.

"Bang!!!" A loud bang!

The heavy security door was as flimsy as paper, violently smashed open from the outside by some enormous force, and the lock flew off!

A middle-aged man with a cold expression and sharp eyes stepped in first, followed by several young men with agile and swift movements.

They burst into the house without the slightest hesitation.

The middle-aged man completely ignored everything in the room, his gaze fixed directly on Wang Tianhao, who turned his head in astonishment, his face contorted with a distorted expression.

He raised a silenced pistol, its dark muzzle pointing steadily at Wang Tianhao, his voice devoid of any emotion:

"Ministry of Security, Ninth Division. Wang Tianhao, you are under arrest. Take him away."

Wang Tianhao's mother rushed out of the kitchen after hearing the loud noise. Seeing what she saw, she screamed in fright and instinctively spread her arms to shield her son, her voice trembling:

"Who...who are you? What right do you have to arrest my son? Is there no law anymore?!"

The middle-aged man's cold gaze swept over her, as if he were looking at an insignificant object!

With his other hand, he held up an ID card bearing the national emblem and a special code, his voice remaining completely flat:

"National security matters fall under the highest authority. Obstructing the execution of official duties is a crime punishable by law. Get out of the way."

The last two words carried an undeniable and imposing force.

Wang Tianhao and his mother were completely terrified by the identification, the cold muzzle of the gun, and the terrifying aura emanating from the other person!

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, his whole body trembling like a leaf, unable to utter a single word.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly to the team members behind him.

Two team members immediately stepped forward, lifted the limp Wang Tianhao up like a chick, and quickly took him away.

The whole process was clean and efficient; from breaking down the door to leaving with the people, it took no more than a minute.

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in corners of more than a dozen different cities in China.

Whether in the comfort of your home, a noisy internet cafe booth, or a seemingly safe company office...

Those key figures who stir up trouble online, take money to do their jobs, and are the core members of the rumor-mongering team—

Almost at the same time, they were precisely located by the Ninth Division's operatives, who appeared as if they had descended from the heavens, and were forcibly taken away by absolute force!

There was no hesitation, no room for bargaining.

Office of a director in a powerful department in Beijing.

A rather imposing middle-aged official leaned back in a comfortable leather chair, holding a phone, his tone tinged with smugness and obsequiousness:

"...Don't worry, don't worry, I've already spoken to them over there, there'll definitely be no problem this time... Him? Hmph, he's dead meat this time..."

Before he could finish speaking, the office door was pushed open without any politeness!

A middle-aged man in an ordinary jacket with a serious expression walked in with three cold-looking followers, interrupting the call.

The office owner was taken aback at first, then flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table and rising to his feet:

"Who let you in?! Don't you know the rules?! Get out!"

The man in the jacket, expressionless, pulled a document stamped with a bright red seal from his pocket, displayed it in front of the other person, and spoke in a calm yet powerful voice:

"Zhang Tao, Director of the First Inspection Office of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC). With the approval of higher authorities, you are hereby formally notified that you are suspected of serious violations of discipline and law, and are hereby relieved of all your duties effective immediately!"

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on the other person's face, which had turned deathly pale.

"Please cooperate with us immediately and accept the organization's investigation."

After saying that, he waved his hand behind him.

Three attendants immediately stepped forward, one on each side supporting the official who was already weak all over and whose lips were trembling so much he couldn't speak, while another quickly began to seal off the computer and filing cabinet.

"No...it's impossible...you...do you even know who I work for?!"

The official struggled in vain, his voice filled with fear and resentment.

"Take him away!" Director Zhang Tao didn't even bother to answer his question and coldly gave the order.

The same scene was happening simultaneously in multiple government departments, enterprises, and institutions.

Some corrupt officials who were hidden within the system, colluded with the Chan and Lau families, and provided convenience or passed on inside information in this incident were swiftly and decisively removed by the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC).

Private room of a high-end nightclub in Beijing.

Although it wasn't yet opening time, the largest private room was already filled with smoke and deafening music.

The man, who called himself "Brother Leopard," was shirtless, revealing a body covered in menacing tattoos.

He was embracing several scantily clad hostesses on his left and right, holding a microphone and screaming at the top of his lungs!

Several underlings clapped and cheered obsequiously from the side.

Suddenly! The door to the private room was kicked open!

Seven men dressed in black combat uniforms, with cold faces and eyes filled with a palpable killing intent, filed in!

After the leader entered, he didn't even look around, and raised his hand to fire two shots at the luxurious chandelier on the ceiling!

The deafening gunshot instantly drowned out all the music and noise! ​​Glass shards rained down.

The entire private room fell into a deathly silence! Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events and the presence of real guns!

Leopard Brother's song got stuck in his throat, and the microphone fell to the ground, making a piercing buzzing sound.

The hostesses screamed in terror and huddled together, trembling.

The man in black, who was leading the group, walked step by step towards the terrified Leopard Brother.

He reached out and coldly slapped Leopard's greasy left cheek with the muzzle of the gun, making a soft slapping sound. A cruel, cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Leopard? Ha, you're pretty impressive. You're even bossing around our boss now? I don't think your head's that big. What's wrong, you've had too much fake alcohol and you've lost your sense of who you are?"

The few greenhorn henchmen nearby, still confused about the situation, thought it was an enemy attack. To prove their loyalty, they boldly pulled out their daggers and began shouting insults, their bravado masking their fear.

"Fuck your mother! Where do you guys go? How dare you cause trouble on Brother Leopard's turf!"

"Are you tired of living?! Do you even know who's behind Brother Leopard?"

They were absolutely right—these people don't care who's behind them at all.

The black-clad man at the head of the group had a cold look in his eyes, and without any warning, he slightly shifted the muzzle of his gun.

"Bang!" "Ah!!" A burst of blood erupted from the thigh of the henchman who had been yelling the loudest, and he fell to the ground screaming.

The gun barrel moved again! "Bang!" Another henchman holding a dagger was hit in the arm, the dagger clattered to the ground, and he let out a painful howl.

This terrified all the thugs. They dropped their daggers on the ground with a clang, their faces pale, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Leopard, suppressing his extreme fear, his teeth chattering and his voice trembling:

"Gentlemen... esteemed elders... which... which deity are you? I... I was blind to your greatness... I... I have offended you in some way, please... please enlighten me... I admit defeat... I admit defeat..."

"Heh..." The leader of the men in black let out a chilling laugh.

"You've really messed up! So much so that there might not even be room for your pig-headed brain anymore!"

(They are the Ninth Special Operations Team directly under Li Weiguo, known for their efficient, ruthless, and merciless style of operation, and possessing authority beyond that of regular law enforcement agencies.)

He suddenly waved his hand and roared:

"Take them all! Leave no one alive!"

The team members pounced forward like wolves and tigers, handcuffed all the ashen-faced people in the private room with black hoods, and roughly dragged them out.

The entire process was swift and thunderous, demonstrating absolute power and unquestionable authority.

Almost at the same time.

Inside the heavily guarded courtyard house of the Chen family, Old Master Chen had just woken up from his afternoon nap—

He then received a confidential phone call from deep within the "inner palace," directly connecting to the Heavenly Court.

Hearing the unequivocal announcement from the other end of the phone, his composure vanished instantly, his hand holding the receiver trembled slightly, and his expression became unusually grave.

At the Liu family villa, Old Master Liu received a similar phone call.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the mahogany chair in his study, remaining silent for a long time, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of panic.

They all knew that being summoned in this way at this time was definitely not a good thing.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Grandpa Wu and Grandpa He were riding in the same car.

The atmosphere inside the car was unusually silent and oppressive.

The two elderly people had serious expressions, furrowed brows, and stared at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, their fingers unconsciously tapping their knees.

The vehicles they were traveling in were also heading straight for the location that symbolized the core of the nation's highest power—the "Imperial Palace."

A massive storm sweeping through the top echelons of Beijing has arrived with Li Weiguo's order to "close the net"!

The fates of countless people are about to be completely changed on this day.