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

Inside the private room, Wu Qian and his two companions knelt in a cold corner like mangy dogs with their bones removed, the sharp pain in their knees and cheeks constantly reminding them of the humiliating blow they had just suffered.

In stark contrast to them was Hao Shuai, who stood tall with a renewed fire in his eyes.

Zeng Long walked up to Hao Shuai with a powerful and fierce aura.

He looked at Hao Shuai, whose eyes were red-rimmed but whose spine was straight. The coldness on his face that he usually showed to outsiders had quietly melted away, replaced by a deep, sea-like yet fiery brotherhood.

He didn't raise his voice, but every word seemed to carry immense weight, clearly imprinted on everyone's hearts: clearly reaching the ears of everyone present, especially Hao Shuai's heart.

"Hao Shuai, remember this." Zeng Long's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could cleave through all confusion. "If we can't stop the dirty hands reaching out to us, then we'll just cleanly and decisively cut off their legs!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three trembling figures in the corner, like a king looking down upon a defeated enemy:

Just like now. Their hands are outstretched, and you can't stop them using conventional methods.

They can threaten and suppress you anytime, anywhere. What can you do about it?

But now I'm going to show you and your classmates the reality: the only thing I can do is make them kneel, while you stand!

Zeng Long's voice carried an undeniable power:

"When you stand on high and look down at them, no matter how arrogant they were before, or how disgusting their outstretched hands were, at this moment, they are nothing more than crawling on the ground, wagging their tails and begging for mercy."

Zeng Long's words were not only directed at Hao Shuai, but also a declaration and encouragement to all the students present who may have experienced injustice or faced power.

He glanced around, seeing the excitement and agreement in the students' eyes, and continued in a deep voice:

"So, I want to tell you, and all of you here, a principle: If you find the light ahead too dazzling, making it impossible for you to look directly at it, or even frightening you, then let us bring the night down early! In our own night, we are the rule-makers!"

His gaze returned to Hao Shuai's face, becoming deep and focused:

Brother, I don't know how you faced their repeated oppression all those years alone.

From this moment on, you are a brother I, Zeng Long, acknowledge! I will never let that kind of subservient, manipulative situation happen again!

Zeng Long's tone was resolute: "The only thing that will happen is that I will guide you, helping you grow stronger step by step, until one day you can defeat them fair and square, and look down on them!"

Hao Shuai's breathing became rapid, his eyes filled with excitement and disbelief. But a trace of worry remained, and he opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Zeng Long saw the last trace of worry deep in his eyes, and his tone was resolute, carrying an absolute confidence of being in control of the situation:

You might also worry about their retaliation, and that it will affect your family and clan.

But when I, Zeng Long, do something, I either don't do it at all, or if I do it, I will definitely go all the way!

I will plunge my enemies into the abyss and make them live in fear forever!

So put your mind at ease and put away all unnecessary worries.

I assure you, you will feel incredibly proud and honored for the courageous choice you made today!

These words were like a stabilizing force, completely calming Hao Shuai's mind and making all the students present excited!

What they saw was not just a strong classmate, but a leader worthy of following and who could protect them from the storms of life!

After Zeng Long finished speaking, his gaze turned to Shi Tiezhu, who stood guard in the corner like a doorman. His tone returned to its usual calmness, but carried a hint of coldness:

"Tiezhu, keep an eye on their kneeling posture. If their posture isn't right, make them kneel and sing 'Conquer' until we're satisfied."

"Alright! Don't worry, Brother Long!" Shi Tiezhu grinned憨厚ly, revealing two rows of white teeth, but his eyes were full of mockery as he looked at Wu Qian and the other two. "I'll make them kneel more respectfully and devoutly than if they were seeing their own father!"

Zeng Long then faced all his classmates again, a relaxed smile on his face, as if the thunderous scene just now was just a small interlude.

He raised his glass, his tone humorous:

Alright, students! That little incident is over. Shouldn't we thank these three actors who made a "guest appearance"?

Although the acting was a bit exaggerated, the dedication was commendable. It's just a pity that a supporting role is a supporting role; he was destined to die as soon as he appeared on screen.

The real stars of tonight are everyone here! Come on, don't let this little thing spoil the fun, let's continue, eat well! Drink well!

"Hahahaha!" Zeng Long's casual banter instantly dispelled the oppressive and tense atmosphere in the private room!

The students burst into hearty laughter, their previous fear and anxiety vanishing, replaced by a sense of pride and excitement.

Yes, with Brother Long around, he'll hold the sky up even if it falls! The private room was filled with laughter again, and the atmosphere was even more lively and harmonious than before.

The scene in the corner, however, is full of eerie humor.

In order not to disturb the students' dinner party, Shi Tiezhu herded Wu Qian and the other two into the shadows in the corner of the wall and made them kneel down, like herding chickens.

His towering, imposing body, like a mobile fortress, cast a shadow that completely enveloped the three of them.

He would occasionally extend his enormous, banana-fan-like hand and wave it in front of the three of them, or gently "adjust" someone's kneeling posture. His movements seemed casual, but they carried immense power.

Wu Qian and his two henchmen were terrified. Every time that large hand approached, they would tremble violently as if they were being electrocuted, and their backs would be soaked with cold sweat.

They knelt on the cold ground, their knees and cheeks aching with excruciating pain, but what tormented them even more was the fear and humiliation in their hearts.

They're still completely bewildered; the script is totally wrong!

They were used to being treated like royalty in the capital, and had never been treated like this before.

Even novelists wouldn't dare write something like this! Just who is this Zeng Long? How dare he?!

Endless anger and fear consumed their hearts.

The banquet atmosphere continued in a strange harmony (the protagonists' merriment and the supporting characters' misery), with the delicious food once again becoming the focus.

However, as the dinner drew to a close, the students' faces were flushed with satisfaction.

Tengfei walked quickly to Zeng Long's side with a worried expression, lowered his voice, and said in a tone full of concern:

Brother Long! Something's wrong! Xiaoyu and the others have been gone for so long, almost half an hour, and we haven't heard from them at all?

She's not answering her phone! She and Yan Rugo are the main characters tonight, and I'm worried... they might get bullied!

Zeng Long's relaxed expression froze instantly.

His sense of danger was honed from countless brushes with death since childhood, making it extremely acute.

A strong sense of foreboding washed over him like ice water, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes, like a blade slicing through the night!

He immediately stood up, the smile on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an extreme calm and chilling expression.

He said to Tengfei briefly and forcefully, "Let's go, let's go take a look together."

After speaking, he turned to the students, trying to regain a semblance of calm on his face, and said in a clear voice:

"Classmates, please continue. Tengfei and I have something to do and will be back soon."

Just as Zeng Long and Teng Fei were about to turn and leave—

Lin Xiaoya, who had been sitting quietly to the side, seemingly enjoying her food but actually keeping a close eye on everything around her, suddenly brightened up with her big, mischievous eyes, sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

Like a cat that has discovered a new and exciting toy, she immediately dropped the snack she was holding, nimbly jumped up, and silently followed after him, muttering to herself:

"This is going to be interesting! This will definitely be much more fun than dealing with a few bedbugs!"

Zeng Long noticed the commotion behind him, turned around and glanced at Lin Xiaoya who had followed him. He did not stop her, but the seriousness in his eyes deepened.

The three quickly left the noisy private room, temporarily shutting out the warmth and laughter behind them.

The door to the private room slowly closed, as if shutting out an unknown storm.

In the corner, Wu Qian and his two companions were still kneeling trembling under Shi Tiezhu's "guardianship," while most of the classmates were still immersed in the afterglow of the banquet and had not yet realized that a new contest had quietly begun.