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

The hotel room door opened, and Zeng Long's words—"just woken up," "innocent," yet laced with sarcasm—came out...

It was like a bowl of lemonade with ice, both sour and cold, splashed on the heads of the three people at the door.

Chen Yifeng felt that the anger in his chest was no longer boiling, but about to vaporize and erupt from the top of his head.

My fists were clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and my nails dug deep into my palms. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation I felt.

Standing in the middle, Old Master Chen, being a cunning old fox who had cultivated himself to perfection, only twitched his facial muscles slightly, like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, the ripples disappearing in an instant.

A sharp glint flashed in his cloudy but shrewd eyes, quickly replaced by a carefully crafted expression that mixed guilt, heaviness, and helplessness.

He tapped the ground lightly with his cane, making a dull thud, both to warn his grandson who was about to explode and to kick off his upcoming performance.

"Cough cough..." Old Master Chen coughed twice.

He forced a slightly stiff smile, but it was an effort to make it look "kind and approachable."

His voice carried the characteristic hoarseness of an elderly person, along with a perfectly measured hint of weariness.

"You must be Zeng Long?"

"I apologize for disturbing you. My surname is Chen, and this is my good-for-nothing grandson, Chen Yifeng."

"We... came here specifically to apologize to you."

"His posture was very humble, and his tone was perfectly controlled; it was a performance worthy of a veteran artist."

Zeng Long remained leaning lazily against the door frame, seemingly oblivious to the "heavy" signal being released by the other party.

Instead, he wore a puzzled expression, like an elderly person looking at their phone on the subway.

"Oh... to apologize?"

He drew out his words, his gaze lingering on Chen Yifeng's face, which was practically bursting with suppressed rage, before returning to Old Master Chen, a playful smile curving his lips:

"Why are you apologizing to me? And for what reason?"

"Although Chen and I are alumni, we are basically like two parallel lines."

"Others keep to themselves, we don't even exchange a few words or a tear; we're completely unrelated!"

"Mr. Chen, are you... mistaken for someone else?"

He scratched his head and let out a huge, unseemly yawn:

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm going back to dreaming."

"That idiot from my dream hasn't been slapped into the ground as fertilizer yet."

"I need to go back and finish what I started, otherwise my sleep quality will be affected."

As he spoke, he actually made a move to close the door.

"Wait!" Old Master Chen quickly stepped forward, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of urgency.

He had anticipated all sorts of reactions, but he hadn't expected this kind of shrewish, unresponsive attitude that completely killed the conversation.

"Student Zeng," Old Master Chen took a deep breath, knowing he'd met a tough opponent, and had to be frank; honest people don't beat around the bush.

"This incident is due to the Chen family's lax discipline. Yi Feng, being young and impetuous, did something foolish, causing you great harm and distress."

"We feel deeply ashamed. Today, I have swallowed my pride and brought him here, sincerely hoping to beg for your forgiveness."

The words were still beautiful, and the sincerity was perfect, but the "framing" was cleverly downgraded to "foolishness" and the "conspiracy theory" was downplayed as "youthful impetuosity".

After listening, Zeng Long blinked, a look of sudden realization crossing his face, and then he slapped his thigh:

"Oh...! So all that messing around online was orchestrated by you, Senior Chen!"

"Wow! Senior, that's quite a trick! Tsk tsk tsk..."

He looked Chen Yifeng up and down as if he had discovered something new.

"This is truly... even swans are guilty in the world of crows! Look how wronged I am! I was just sitting in my dorm when this trouble fell from the sky! I was 'perfectly schemed' against by you, senior!"

After saying that, he actually stepped forward and, in a very "familiar" manner, put his arm around Chen Yifeng's shoulder, half-pushing and half-carrying him into the room, clicking his tongue in amazement:

"Hey Young Master Chen, your intentions are quite profound! What's wrong with your brain? It's full of unexpected twists and turns!"

"Others at most go around in circles and end up at the feet, but you've gone straight into the head! This mental circuit is so convoluted, it's like a winding mountain road."

Zeng Long's sudden, barbed, and extremely provocative "intimate gesture" left Chen Yifeng frozen in place, so angry that he almost had a heart attack on the spot.

Old Master Chen stood at the door, unsure whether to go in or not. His face flushed red and then turned pale, as if his lifelong self-restraint was about to crumble. He could only stand there awkwardly and bewildered at the door.

Zeng Long dragged the stiff Chen Yifeng into the room, then casually plopped down on the only single sofa in the room, crossed his legs very naturally, and even swung them around comfortably.

Chen Yifeng looked around and saw that there wasn't even a stool, let alone a sofa. He could only stand in front of Zeng Long, feeling ashamed as a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

Seeing this scene, Old Master Chen at the door was even more troubled.

If he goes in now, is he supposed to stand in the corner with his grandson as punishment? Where would he put his face then?

He could only stand at the doorway, steeling himself, and reiterate:

"Zeng Long, we've come here today to sincerely apologize. What are your conditions? We can discuss them."

"After all, you are alumni. As the saying goes, patience brings peace and tranquility, and taking a step back opens up a vast sky..."

"Stop!" Zeng Long suddenly interrupted him, his playful smile vanishing instantly, replaced by a cold and sharp expression.

Although he was still sitting there lazily, he suddenly exuded a strong, almost suffocating, murderous aura, as if the room temperature had suddenly dropped ten degrees!

"Those are your life principles, not mine."

Zeng Long's voice was calm, yet it carried a metallic quality that struck one's heart.

"Here, you can just endure it for a while? Sorry, you'll easily get prostatitis."

"Taking a step back? Sorry, it might lead to infertility."

"Therefore, the words 'tolerance' and 'retreat' do not exist in my dictionary."

"There is only 'advance' and 'attack'."

His gaze, like a solid icicle, pierced through Old Master Chen:

"You are free to apologize."

"But I can also choose not to forgive; that's my right."

"Forgiving is God's job, and my job is simpler—"

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips.

"It's about sending those who need to be forgiven to God in advance to line up."

"so...!

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over the pale-faced Chen Yifeng and the shocked Old Master Chen at the door. "Have you two made up your minds?"

The murderous aura in the room was almost tangible, and Chen Yifeng felt short of breath, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

For the first time, he clearly felt Zeng Long's terrifying power—a cold force forged from countless brushes with death, enough to crush all bluffs.

All my previous calculations seemed so ridiculous and naive in the face of absolute power and momentum!

Old Master Chen was also greatly shocked at the door. Even someone as experienced as him was made to feel his hair stand on end by this murderous aura.

How many mountains of corpses and seas of blood must one go through to cultivate such a terrifying aura?

The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Grandpa Chen no longer cared about saving face; he felt that his grandson was like a lamb to the slaughter in front of Zeng Long.

He abruptly waved to the guards behind him, signaling them to step back, then strode into the room and closed the door behind him.

He walked up to Zeng Long, his tone unusually solemn, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible pleading:

"Xiao Zeng, don't get angry. If you feel wronged this time, we can make it up to you! Just say the word!"

Zeng Long's murderous aura vanished instantly, and he returned to his lazy demeanor, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

He looked at Chen Yifeng, his tone becoming extremely "concerned":

"Grandpa Chen, what you're saying doesn't mean I'm angry or wronged. It's Senior Chen who's more..."

His gaze turned to Chen Yifeng.

"Senior, you don't look well. You look pale and then bluish. Have you not been getting enough rest lately?"

"Look at you, your eyes are as red as a rabbit's, and your mouth is twitching uncontrollably. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Should we go to the hospital first? Health is the foundation of everything! If something serious happens, I'll be in big trouble!"

"Pfft—" Chen Yifeng felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

He was trembling all over, wishing he could pounce on Zeng Long and die together with him!

This bastard is clearly rubbing salt into his wounds on purpose, while putting on an innocent face that says, "I'm doing this for your own good!"

Old Master Chen was so taken aback by this sudden "concern" that he almost choked. His face turned bright red, and he gave a dry laugh that sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Zeng is joking... Yifeng feels guilty and upset..."

"Oh? Feeling guilty?" Zeng Long seemed to just realize something, nodding as if suddenly enlightened, then abruptly changed the subject, like the shrewdest businessman:

"So how do you plan to compensate us? Be specific, I'd like to hear it."