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

On the top floor of the Jinglong Club, in that extremely luxurious office, a huge LCD TV screen was flashing the cold blue light characteristic of news channels.

Chen Yifeng slumped lazily in the Italian leather sofa, swirling the amber-colored whiskey in his glass.

A smug smile played on his lips as he eagerly awaited the "good news" that public opinion would finally bury Li Weiguo and Zeng Long completely.

However, the next second, the anchor's unusually solemn and penetrating voice pierced his leisure like an icicle:

"Viewers, we now have an important news segment that we have just received..."

Chen Yifeng paused slightly as he swirled his wine glass, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

…A joint in-depth investigation was conducted by multiple departments, including the Supreme Commission Against Corruption and the Cyberspace Administration of China.

It has now been determined that this was a premeditated, organized, and meticulously planned case of slander and framing!

Behind this lies a complex chain of interests and serious violations of discipline and law, making it extremely heinous in nature and extremely despicable in its methods!

"Bang!" Chen Yifeng slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the coffee table, splashing wine everywhere.

The leisurely look on his face vanished instantly, his body involuntarily leaning forward, his eyes sharply fixed on the screen.

The first sword:

The source of evil.

The crystal-clear recording between Wang Tianhao and Brother Leopard was played out.

"Idiot! Utter idiot!"

Chen Yifeng cursed under his breath, his face so dark it could drip water.

What angered him was not the conspiracy itself, but the stupidity of Wang Tianhao, the executor, and the fact that he left such a fatal handle!

The second sword:

A distorted scene.

The complete, clear, and multi-angle video of the conflict began to play.

Chen Yifeng's pupils suddenly contracted! The gloom on his face was instantly replaced by extreme shock and a hint of horror!

He suddenly stood up from the sofa, leaning forward slightly, almost touching the screen!

"This...how is this possible?!"

He roared in disbelief, "The nearby surveillance cameras... I clearly had them taken care of!"

Where did this video come from?! The angle... so comprehensive... so clear... this can't be a street surveillance camera at all!

This is...this was a pre-arranged camera position! Filmed the entire time!

A terrible thought slithered into his mind like a venomous snake:

Who arranged this? Could there be a mole among my own people?

No…impossible! At the very beginning of the operation, only a few core members knew about this, and even Grandpa only learned part of it afterward…then this…?

The third sword:

An escalation of malice.

A recording of Wang Tianhao arranging a fake shootout to frame someone comes on.

The color drained from Chen Yifeng's face at a visible speed, and a chilling coldness rapidly rose up his spine!

He was now almost certain that there was definitely a pair of eyes watching them from the very beginning, who had seen through their entire plan!

Furthermore, a comprehensive surveillance network was laid in advance, with the entire process monitored and recorded!

This was not an accident, not an oversight, it was... a trap to lure you in!

The fourth through eighth swords were thrown in succession:

The confessions of the online trolls

Leopard Brother's capture

Identification of fabricated evidence

The direction indicated by high-level communication records

And finally, that heavy, suffocating "hammer of honor," a testament to Zeng Long's extraordinary academic prowess...

Each "sword" on display was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Chen Yifeng's heart!

His body began to tremble slightly, and fine, cold beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

All the previous triumphs and strategic planning have now turned into a huge irony and chilling fear!

He saw the pieces he had placed or indirectly arranged—

A director of the Ministry of Education,

The captain and deputy captain of the X Police Team

Those online army leaders,

Even Wang Tianhao and Brother Leopard...

One by one, names and figures were mentioned in the news, labeled as "serious violations of discipline and law," "criminal suspects," "dismissed from office," and "criminally detained"...

This situation was achieved through his painstaking efforts, the enormous price he paid, and the many benefits he relinquished.

His seemingly perfect game of chess, under the merciless and thunderous blow of the state apparatus, melted away instantly like ice and snow under the sun, collapsing completely!

"...The in-depth investigation into this case is still ongoing..." The anchor's final, powerful conclusion fell like the gavel of a final judgment.

The news on the TV screen ended, and other content began to play.

But Chen Yifeng seemed to be frozen in place, standing stiffly with his eyes fixed on the screen that was changing images, his pupils unfocused.

The office was deathly silent, save for his heavy, disordered breathing.

It was a failure. A complete and utter failure.

It was not just a temporary setback, but a carefully constructed fortress that was blown up from within, all its power was uprooted, and all its ambitions were publicly executed!

He felt like a self-righteous fool!

A clown who tries to show off his limited skills in front of a truly skilled chess player and is even smug about it!

Every move he made, even every thought he had, seemed to be anticipated and monitored by his opponent!

The feeling of being completely seen through and manipulated was more humiliating to him than the defeat itself!

Like a venomous snake, it frantically gnawed at his proud heart and the last vestiges of his dignity!

Who is it?! Who exactly is it?! Is it Li Weiguo? Does he have such power and such a far-reaching plan? Or is it that seemingly ordinary Zeng Long? Who is standing behind him?!

Or... has another, even more terrifying force that he has been ignoring become involved?

Countless questions churned and collided in his mind like boiling water, but he could find no way out!

The labyrinth of his mind trapped him in place, and the feeling of being out of control and unable to understand it drove him almost insane!

The resentment in his heart, the heavy losses, the extreme humiliation of being made a fool of, and the ultimate defeat, and the immense fear that it might even implicate his family...

All these emotions, like volcanic magma that had been building up to its limit, finally broke through all the constraints of reason and erupted with a roar!

"Ughh ...

Chen Yifeng suddenly let out a roar that was not human, a roar that was extremely suppressed and then erupted! The voice was full of violence, anger and resentment!

The hatred and anger in his eyes were like solid black flames, burning wildly and almost extinguishing all the light!

His once handsome face was now completely distorted by extreme anger, as ferocious as a demon crawling out of hell, his muscles twitching, veins bulging, and his teeth grinding together!

He turned around abruptly, like a maddened beast, and began to frantically destroy everything in his sight!

"Bang!" A foot slammed hard onto the expensive leather sofa that had just been sitting on, the force of which caused the sofa to slide backward, making a screeching sound!

"Crash—!" He grabbed the half-empty bottle of premium whiskey from the coffee table and smashed it with all his might against the huge LCD TV screen!

The bottle and the screen shattered simultaneously, with glass shards mixed with amber-colored liquor scattering everywhere!

"Why? Who is it? I, Chen Yifeng, have never been defeated! I refuse to accept this! I will make you all die! Bastards!!"

He roared and wildly swung his arms, sweeping everything on the desk—the expensive fountain pen, the jade paperweight, the file rack, the laptop—to the ground and smashing them to pieces!

The bookshelves were knocked over! The treasured limited-edition models were trampled! The valuable decorative paintings on the walls were torn down and shredded!

He was like a destructive tornado, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, with nothing remaining intact!

The expensive Persian carpet was stained with wine and debris, and the crystal chandelier swayed and flickered from the violent shaking, reflecting his mad, destructive figure.

The entire office instantly transformed from the epitome of luxury into a disaster-like ruin.

He was panting, his chest heaving violently, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but pure, insane hatred that wanted to destroy everything.

He felt he was no longer the shrewd and resourceful "young master of the capital."

Instead, he was a complete loser, a pathetic wretch who was ruthlessly played, stripped of all pretense, and exposed to the sunlight!

This extreme disparity and humiliation made him willing to destroy everything, including himself!

However, beneath this frenzied destructive urge lay a deeper, almost consuming, chilling hatred—

Who is my opponent? Who is it?! I, Chen Yifeng, swear! It's a fight to the death... until everything is destroyed...!

These questions have no answers; they only fuel his anger and desperate hatred.

He stood amidst the chaos, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, letting out a silent yet deafening roar.

His eyes held a mixture of destructive rage and a hint of horror and murderous intent that even he himself was unwilling to admit.