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

The air inside the private room seemed to solidify into heavy lead blocks, pressing down on everyone's chest.

Wu Qian's insulting "trash" still echoed in the air, mixed with Hao Shuai's heavy and painful breathing.

He stood there like a stone statue about to crumble, his eyes flashing wildly with despair, humiliation and struggle, his lips bitten white by his teeth, with faint traces of blood seeping out.

He finally turned his head slowly, his gaze passing over the arrogant Wu Qian and looking directly at the calm figure in the main seat—Zeng Long.

In those eyes, there was shame, there was pleading, but more than anything, there was a final affirmation of faith before collapsing.

"Brother Long!" Hao Shuai's voice was hoarse, with a noticeable tremor, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat:

"If...if my next decision puts you in a difficult position, or brings shame upon you and your classmates...will you...will you still blame me?Will you still consider me your brother?"

The question was asked with a tragic and desperate tone, as if using the last bit of strength to seek an answer for salvation.

In an instant, the cold, sharp glint that had been restrained in Zeng Long's eyes suddenly spread out like a stone thrown into a deep pool. However, his aura did not become violent; instead, it was a dignified and calm demeanor.

He slowly stood up, his movements not fast, but carrying an invisible pressure that drew everyone's attention to him.

He walked step by step to Hao Shuai's side without glancing at Wu Qian, as if the three of them were nothing more than insignificant dust.

He reached out and gently patted Hao Shuai's trembling shoulder, a gentle and calm smile appearing on his face.

That smile, like a ray of light, instantly pierced through the gloom in Hao Shuai's heart.

"Since you call me Brother Long and truly consider me a brother," Zeng Long's voice was steady and powerful, clearly reaching everyone's ears, "then, no matter what choice you make, you, Hao Shuai, will always be my brother, Zeng Long's brother."

"I believe," he said, his gaze sweeping across the room with an undeniable certainty, "that none of you will blame you for this. True friendship among classmates is about understanding and support, not criticism."

"Yes! Hao Shuai!" Zhu Yiqun and Du Ziteng stood up almost simultaneously, their eyes red-rimmed, and shouted in loud voices, "No matter what you choose, you'll always be our best brother in the dorm! Always!"

The classmates' gazes shifted from initial anger and humiliation to deep understanding and support, silently conveying strength.

Hao Shuai could no longer hold back his tears, which streamed down his face. A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's reached a point of utter despair. At this moment, his brother's understanding moved him more than any comfort.

Zeng Long keenly sensed that Hao Shuai's emotions were on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't bear to see his brother suffer such excruciating pain any longer.

He leaned closer, his voice lower but sharper, carrying an all-knowing edge:

"Is there some big trouble at home? Are they using this to put pressure on you?" He didn't need Hao Shuai to answer; Hao Shuai's pale face and desperate eyes said it all.

Zeng Long's gaze sharpened slightly, and he pressed his hand firmly on Hao Shuai's shoulder, his tone resolute:

"Do you believe me? I don't want to see my brothers being held hostage like puppets! Are you willing to forever be subservient and at the mercy of others?"

He paused, his voice not loud, but like a heavy hammer, striking Hao Shuai's heart and echoing in the silent private room:

My brother Zeng Long was born to stand at the peak and be admired by others!

Now, I won't give you any empty promises of glory, but I will tell you—

No matter what lies ahead, whether it be a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, or an abyss, as long as I, Zeng Long, am here, I will always be at the forefront, holding up this sky for you!

These words were like a raging fire, instantly igniting Hao Shuai's almost frozen passion!

Zeng Long no longer exuded coldness, but rather an aura of reliability as unbreakable as a steel wall!

His eyes were as firm as a rock, filled with an unquestionable sense of responsibility.

Zhu Yiqun and Du Ziteng, their eyes also red, joined in, standing closely on either side of Hao Shuai, and said in unison, "We believe in Brother Long! We believe in us brothers too!"

Looking at the three sincere and resolute faces beside him, and feeling the unreserved brotherhood, Hao Shuai's fear, hesitation, and humiliation melted away like ice and snow!

An unprecedented surge of courage and determination welled up from the bottom of his heart! He took a deep breath, as if exhaling all his past cowardice, and his eyes became incredibly clear and firm!

He whirled around, facing Wu Qian, whose face still wore a mocking sneer. His back was ramrod straight, and his voice was loud and clear, devoid of any trace of humility:

"Young Master Wu! I've made myself perfectly clear! I still want to have dinner with my Brother Long and my classmates! You are not welcome here, please—leave immediately!"

After saying this, Hao Shuai seemed to have a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. Although his eyes were red, his brows were filled with a sense of relief and pride that came from having gone all out! This was the most difficult, yet also the most correct and resolute decision he had ever made in his life!

Hearing his brother's resounding decision, Zeng Long smiled sincerely. It was a smile of relief, appreciation, and a sense of shared understanding that "I am not alone in this path."

However, when the smile turned to Wu Qian and the other two, it vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness that penetrated to the bone.

He didn't even give Wu Qian another chance to hurl insults or threats.

Zeng Long's tone was frighteningly calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter, his gaze sweeping indifferently across the ground:

"Tiezhu." "Here!" Shi Tiezhu responded in a deep, booming voice, his massive body waking up like a sleeping giant bear.

Zeng Long casually gave the order:

"Be gentle. The ground is a bit dirty."

"Got it, Brother Long!" Shi Tiezhu grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, but there was no warmth in that smile, only a chilling excitement.

Wu Qian stared at the "iron tower" and abruptly stood up. An indescribable sense of oppression washed over him, and for the first time, a strong sense of fear welled up within him! He tried to intimidate them by revealing his identity:

"You...do you know who I am? You dare..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Tiezhu moved!

His seemingly clumsy and massive body suddenly unleashed a speed completely disproportionate to his size! Like a black whirlwind, he flashed in front of Wu Qian in an instant!

Wu Qian felt a sudden darkness before his eyes as a rough, powerful hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped his neck!

"Uh!" All of Wu Qian's threats and shouts were choked in his throat. His feet left the ground and he was easily lifted up by Shi Tiezhu with his left hand!

He struggled desperately, his hands futilely trying to pry open the unmoving arm, his face turning a deep liver color from lack of oxygen and fear.

Shi Tiezhu didn't even glance at his two terrified henchmen. He casually swung his right hand, and the palm was as big as a banana leaf fan, accompanied by a whistling sound!

"Slap!" "Slap!" Two crisp, loud slaps rang out almost simultaneously!

The two henchmen didn't even have time to scream before they were spun halfway around as if hit by a speeding truck.

Then he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, his cheeks instantly swollen high, his mouth cracked, blood mixed with saliva dripping down, his eyes unfocused, only painful groans remaining.

After cleaning up the miscellaneous fish, Shi Tiezhu turned his gaze back to Wu Qian, the "main dish" he was carrying.

Without a word, he casually pressed down on Wu Qian's neck with his left hand! "Thump!" A muffled sound! Wu Qian's knees slammed heavily onto the hard floor! The sound made all the students' knees ache!

A piercing pain instantly shot through Wu Qian's body from his kneecap; he felt as if his leg was broken! His neck veins bulged, he was drenched in sweat, and a beast-like roar escaped from deep within his throat:

"Ah! You piece of trash! Do you know who I am? I'll kill your whole family..."

"Shut up." A hint of impatience appeared on Shi Tiezhu's honest face. He raised his right hand, which had just slapped the two men away, and then slapped down without hesitation! "Smack!" The force of the slap was perfectly controlled!

It wasn't enough to knock him unconscious, yet it was humiliating and painful enough! Wu Qian's head snapped to one side, a few bloody teeth mixed with saliva spurting out, and the rest of his words were swallowed back down, leaving only a series of gasps.

Shi Tiezhu bent down, close to Wu Qian's face, which was swollen like a pig's head and covered in blood, and whispered in a tone that was still simple-minded but filled with murderous intent, only the two of them could hear:

"If you dare utter another word, it won't just be your teeth that fall out. I guarantee I'll make your head... spin 360 degrees, you believe me?"

When Wu Qian met Shi Tiezhu's seemingly simple and honest eyes, which were actually like those of a ferocious beast from the abyss, a chilling fear of death instantly gripped his heart!

He had no doubt that the giant man would dare to do it, and was absolutely capable of doing it! He was terrified, utterly terrified, his body trembling like a leaf, and a foul odor even emanated from his crotch.

The other two henchmen, who had just recovered a little, were terrified when they saw Wu Qian's miserable state. They even held back their groans and stared at Shi Tiezhu in horror.

Shi Tiezhu then slowly walked towards the two henchmen who were sprawled on the ground. He stretched out his two large hands and, as if picking up chicks, easily grabbed them by the back of their necks and lifted them up.

Then, as if copying and pasting, they were "slowly" and with irresistible force forced to kneel down next to Wu Qian.

Looking at the three people kneeling side by side on the ground, trembling and looking disheveled, Shi Tiezhu clapped his hands, smiled sheepishly, as if he had completed a trivial chore: "Hmm, that's neater and more harmonious."

The entire private room was completely silent. All the students stared in disbelief at the scene, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

From Hao Shuai's tragic choice to Zeng Long's unwavering commitment, and then to Shi Tiezhu's violent aesthetics that crushed ants like a prehistoric beast, everything happened too fast and was too impactful!

Their reverence for Zeng Long and their understanding of the "Brother Long" circle reached a new and awe-inspiring level!

Zeng Long simply watched all of this calmly, as if he had merely swatted away a few annoying flies. His gaze returned to Hao Shuai, gentle yet firm.