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

Overseas, at the waiting hall of an international airport.

The image of these three people is rather...incongruous, and could even be described as having a bizarre comedic feel.

A man nearly 1.9 meters tall, as robust as a black bear walking upright.

Even wearing an expensive, tailor-made suit couldn't hide his bulging muscles that looked like they were about to burst out of his clothes.

His face behind the sunglasses had strong features, and he stood like a rock, exuding a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

The other one was also impeccably dressed in a suit, with a well-proportioned and slender figure, but his temperament was completely different.

He was like a block of ice that would never melt, simply standing there quietly, and the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees.

The chill wasn't something he deliberately released; it emanated from his very bones, causing occasional passersby to instinctively avoid him, as if getting too close would result in frostbite.

The sunglasses on his face seemed more like a way to seal away something even more terrifying.

The most eye-catching one was the one standing in the middle of them.

With her tall and slender figure, she should have been a beautiful sight to behold, but instead, she wore a rainbow-colored ponytail, ripped jeans with exaggerated holes, a studded leather jacket, and even revealed a section of her fair waist.

Those two sweet dimples on her face should belong to the girl next door, but now they are paired with a rebellious expression that says "everyone in the world is an idiot".

Large sunglasses covered most of his face, adding a touch of mystery.

This combination is exactly like two top-notch bodyguards (muscular hunk + cold-blooded killer) protecting an extremely rebellious heiress with questionable taste (?).

That's right, they are Zeng Long's three extremely unstable "humanoid nuclear bombs" that are about to be airdropped into the Dragon Kingdom - "Beast" Shi Tiezhu, "Death" Ye Feng, and "Divine Sparrow" Lin Xiaoya.

Shi Tiezhu was carrying a large, heavy-looking leather suitcase and had a huge, bulging backpack slung over his back, making him look like a mobile luggage rack.

He grumbled to Lin Xiaoya, who was sucking on a lollipop and playing on her phone, his voice muffled:

"Xiaoya... what did you bring? Why is it so heavy? Going to China isn't like moving house, why did you bring so much? Are these local specialties for your parents?"

Lin Xiaoya didn't even look up, her fingers flying across the screen as she mumbled indistinctly:

"No, I didn't bring any gifts for my parents. What local specialties could they possibly have in that godforsaken, barren place near the base? Do you want some sand? I'll see what we can buy when we get to the shopping area."

Shi Tiezhu's lips twitched. He weighed the box in his hand and lowered his voice:

"I mean... what's in here again, are you talking about your 'treasures'?"

"That's right!" Lin Xiaoya finally raised her head, her sunglasses sliding down slightly to reveal her cunning and lively eyes:

These are all my latest research and development achievements! A high-density lightweight pistol prototype, an improved portable submachine gun, and a bunch of key electronic components!

Don't worry, my dear, I've disassembled it into parts and used high-density lead-based composite camouflage material. Those lousy machines at the airport security checkpoint will definitely not be able to detect it!

Ye Feng, who had been silent like an iceberg, finally spoke, his voice low and cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation:

"What are you going to do with all this back in Dragon Kingdom?" Each word was like an ice bead hitting the ground.

Lin Xiaoya pursed her lips, giving off an expression that said, "You mortals wouldn't understand."

Oh dear, these are all semi-finished products; they still need on-site testing! Once they're tested, we'll prioritize configuring them for you two!

This stuff is really good. It took me a lot of effort to get these materials. I can't just leave them all to rust in that crappy place at the base, can I?

Shi Tiezhu scratched his buzz cut and asked sheepishly, "So, Xiaoya... are you planning to stay in China for a long time?"

Lin Xiaoya said confidently:

"I'll stay in China as long as the boss stays! You guys don't care about me, are you expecting me to go back to that crappy base and play in the sand by myself?" she said, deliberately making a wronged expression.

The same thought simultaneously popped into Shi Tiezhu's and Ye Feng's minds:

Do you think we'd dare interfere? The last time that old killer was the best proof, everyone in the base had to drink plain water for three days straight, and the old killer's bank account balance inexplicably dropped to several zeros at the beginning and end…

This little troublemaker is best left to the boss to deal with! The two exchanged a knowing glance (though through sunglasses), reaching a consensus: resolutely refusing to take on this!

In the General Staff Office of the Chinese military, in the office of General Liu, the leader of the Longguo Army.

The atmosphere was completely different from the "lively" atmosphere of the airport, exuding a seriousness and a faint aroma of tea.

Zeng Long leaned back lazily on the sofa, looking at Li Weiguo sitting upright opposite him, a hint of mockery on his lips:

"Uncle Li, now that you've been reinstated and your position is more secure, aren't you going to do something special? Treat me and Old Liu to a good drink? What's the point of just dragging me here to drink this tasteless tea?"

Upon hearing the words "treat," Li Weiguo's face twitched involuntarily. He quickly waved his hand, his tone carrying a "painful" memory:

"No! Absolutely not! Forget about eating! I'd rather pay you a thousand yuan out of my own pocket and find somewhere else to eat! My meager salary can't afford another 'sky-high price menu' from you!"

"Oh?" General Liu, who was standing next to him, immediately became interested. His loud voice rang out, "What happened? Wei Guo, you've been taken advantage of before? Tell me!" His weathered face was full of gossip.

Li Weiguo smiled wryly and briefly recounted how Zeng Long had ripped him off with an exorbitantly priced meal last time. After listening, General Liu was first stunned, then burst into thunderous laughter, slamming his hand on the sofa armrest and pointing at Zeng Long:

"Hahaha! Good lad! You've got guts! You're one of a kind to make our Minister Li suffer such financial pain that it leaves him with psychological trauma! Well done! Hahaha!"

After laughing, General Liu's expression turned serious, and he said:

Let's get down to business. Your three precious kids are arriving at Beijing Airport tomorrow morning, right? Do you need me to arrange for someone to go with you to pick them up and then bring them directly to my place?

They are now nominally special military personnel under the General Staff Department. Since they have returned to China, they still need to follow the proper procedures and maintain the proper attitude.

I personally hosted a welcome dinner for them, representing the military to show how much importance they attached to the event.

Zeng Long composed himself, thought for a moment, and replied:

"I'll pick them up myself. After I do, I'll bring them here to check in."

He paused, looked at Li Weiguo, and his tone became more serious:

"Furthermore, regarding Tiezhu and Ye Feng's backgrounds... once they arrive, I will have them explain it to you in detail, Uncle Li. At that time, I'm afraid you'll need to put in the effort, Uncle Li, to utilize the power of the state to help verify it."

Li Weiguo nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Classroom of Class 2, Department of Economics, Kyoto University.

The atmosphere here is a completely different kind of "explosive" atmosphere!

When Zhu Yiqun stood on the podium, beaming with pride, as if announcing a national event, and announced that the weekend dinner would be held at "Yuetingyuan", the entire class was first dead silent, and then erupted into gasps and screams that almost lifted the roof off!

"Yue Ting Garden?! My God! Is this the legendary Yue Ting Garden?"

"I heard it's a membership-only place; money alone isn't enough, you need to have a membership!"

"My second uncle's boss's brother-in-law is said to have assets worth billions, but he's not even eligible to get a membership card!"

"We actually got to eat there?! And the whole class together?! Zeng Long is amazing!"

"This life is worth it! Just being able to go in and take a picture is enough for me to brag about for ten years!" "And there's even a chauffeur service! What kind of heavenly treatment is this!"

The students were so excited their faces turned red, grabbing each other's arms and shaking them, as if they weren't going to eat but to a royal banquet. Students from other classes, upon hearing the news, cast gazes filled with naked envy and resentment.

Zhu Yiqun was answering the phone with a smug look on her face, her voice so gentle it could melt your heart:

Feeding? Is that Senior Xiaomeng? Oh yes, yes, it's me, Zhu Yiqun! The news is true! Absolutely true! The location is Yuetingyuan! It was personally chosen by Zeng Lingyu!

Don't worry, a shuttle bus will pick you up at the school gate on the weekend! Remember to invite the senior students who were with us last time? Definitely!

In the classroom, only Hao Shuai remained relatively calm, but his eyes betrayed his surprise.

As someone from within the industry, he knew all too well what "Yue Ting Yuan" meant.

That was Teng Ao's territory, one of the social venues for the top third-generation elites in Beijing.

Zeng Long actually managed to book the dinner there, and I heard it was Zeng Lingyu who put in charge and Teng Fei who organized it…

The power and connections revealed behind this made him even more puzzled about Zeng Long's identity.

He couldn't understand why Zeng Lingyu would step forward, or why Tengfei would go to such lengths to make things happen.

This is something that ordinary students cannot do, and even many people in the industry cannot do it so smoothly.

However, the deep waters of the capital city are never short of prying eyes.

When the news that Zeng Long's class reunion dinner would be held at "Yue Ting Yuan" spread like wildfire among certain social circles, it elicited a variety of reactions.

There was shock, confusion, and anticipation of a good show, but more than anything, there was... a condescending disdain.

To many self-important scions of the industry, how could a "commoner" student with no background, who somehow managed to climb the social ladder, possibly think he could enter a place like "Yue Ting Yuan"? It's a joke! Does he even deserve it?

Inside that exquisitely antique office.

The assistant, still slightly bowed, finished reporting in the most concise language, his head almost touching his knees.

He knew that his boss, Wu Jun, never discussed important matters by phone; all instructions had to be given in person in this absolutely secure room.

After listening, Wu Jun's face remained expressionless. He simply tapped his fingers lightly on the rosewood armrest, producing a soft, clear sound that was particularly distinct in the quiet room.

"Hao Shuai, Yan Hai... and his classmates..." Wu Jun slowly repeated several names, a cold, emotionless smile curving his lips.

"Hehe, that's about right. Let's keep Du Ziteng as a reserve force and let these 'own people' of Zeng Long test the waters first. I believe many people will like him! Let's see if this 'dragon from across the river' is truly gold that fears no fire, or... a lump of mud that can't be plastered on a wall."

He raised his eyelids, his gaze like two cold rays, and landed on his assistant: "Go ahead and do it according to the original plan. Be quick."

"Yes!" The assistant felt the invisible pressure, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat. He respectfully replied and backed away from the room.

The door closed softly. Wu Jun turned his gaze back to the deep night outside the window, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well.

The calm before the storm is always exceptionally clear. And tentative tentacles have already quietly reached out. Zeng Long's "thank you banquet" was destined to be more than just a simple gathering.