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

Tengfei, carrying Zeng Long, sped through the luxurious and winding corridors of Yueting Garden like two arrows released from a bow, with Lin Xiaoya following closely behind like a nimble cat.

Their goal was clear—Tingchao Pavilion.

However, when they suddenly pushed open the heavy door of the private room at Tingchao Pavilion, all they saw was a scene of utter chaos.

Exquisite decorations were shattered and scattered all over the floor, along with expensive tableware and twisted chairs, mixed with leftover food.

The air was thick with the smells of spoiled food, alcohol, and a faint, unsettling rust.

It was dark red bloodstains that had splattered on the carpet and furniture, and were already partially congealed.

This place clearly witnessed a fierce, even brutal, struggle.

Zeng Long's gaze, like the most sophisticated radar, swept across the entire private room in an instant. It was empty.

But his heart, the heart that had remained calm and collected amidst gunfire and calculated with composure on the brink of life and death, suddenly tightened!

An unprecedented, almost panicked sense of unease gnawed at his nerves like a venomous snake.

Light rain... Where are they? Are they safe?

This sense of being out of control and the unknown stirred up a storm beneath his calm facade.

Tengfei's face was also filled with confusion and tension. He quickly scanned the room and said urgently:

"Go to the lobby! They must have gone to the lobby!"

Before he finished speaking, Zeng Long's figure shot out like a ghost, so fast that he even left a faint afterimage in his place.

That wasn't ordinary running; it was a combat speed that had been tested by life and death countless times and pushed the body's potential to its limit!

The wind whistled in Zeng Long's ears, but he ignored all the astonished looks along the way and turned the corridor into a battlefield passage.

The closer you get to the lobby, the clearer the noise and arguments become.

His eyes sharpened, and he exerted force with his feet again, using tactical footwork to evade sniping. With a few quick movements, he rushed into the brightly lit and crowded lobby as if he had teleported!

The scene before my eyes was instantly captured.

In the center of the hall, two groups of people stood clearly separated. They were surrounded by onlookers, some gloating, some whispering, and some fanning the flames.

At the center of the scene, Zeng Lingyu and Yan Rugo were desperately holding back a teenager who appeared to be going crazy.

That must be Yan Hai, Yan Rugo's younger brother.

At this moment, Yan Hai was like an enraged lion cub, his eyes bloodshot, a wound on his forehead still oozing blood, which mingled with the wine and slid down his cheeks. He struggled desperately, letting out hoarse roars and curses at the person opposite him.

Their opponents had a clear numerical advantage.

In the front row were four burly men with sharp eyes, prominent temples, and muscular builds; they were clearly well-trained bodyguards.

Behind them, eight or nine well-dressed, arrogant young men stood with their arms crossed, their faces bearing undisguised sneers and provocations, as if watching an amusing monkey show.

Beside them stood five uniformed police officers, the leader of whom looked extremely distressed, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Zeng Xuan and Teng Ao were also present, their faces so gloomy they could drip water.

Further away, Chen Yifeng leaned against a pillar, his eyes filled with amusement, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

"Young Master Zeng! Young Master Teng!" The lead police officer, surnamed Gu, pleaded with Zeng Xuan.

"Both sides are at fault in this matter! Please advise Young Master Yan, don't make things difficult for us anymore! We...we really have no other choice!"

He was caught in the middle, with two behemoths on either side that he couldn't afford to offend. If he wasn't careful, he might lose his clothes.

Teng Ao snorted coldly and stepped forward. Several imposing bodyguards behind him immediately followed, forming a standoff with the other party.

"You caused trouble at my place and even brought your bodyguards to beat up Yan Hai. If you don't give us an explanation tonight, nobody's leaving here alive!"

As the owner of Yueting Garden, his authority was blatantly challenged, especially since the Teng and Yan families were already in a close alliance.

"Director Gu, you saw it too," Zeng Xuan said, his voice as cold as ice as he suppressed his anger, "They deliberately provoked Yan Hai and his group of teenagers first! Even if they fought, it was just a squabble between children!"

"But look at them!" He pointed sharply at He Ziming's group. "They brought bodyguards! More than a dozen adults were beating a few kids to death! How can these be the same?"

"Director Gu, are you really going to get involved in this? Can you even handle it?!" Zeng Xuan practically roared out the last sentence, filled with overwhelming rage.

Then, Zeng Xuan's gaze, sharp as lightning, shot towards the group of young masters leading the group:

"He Ziming! Liu Sheng! Wu Chen! You fucking aren't going to apologize? You're not going to give an explanation? Are you determined to cause a huge uproar today?! Director Gu is right here, do you want him to 'handle things impartially'?!"

"Mind your own business!" A young man in a flashy shirt, exuding the most arrogance, sneered. He was none other than He Ziming from the He family.

"Who does Yan Hai think he is? Daring to barge into my private room and cause trouble! Others may fear the Yan family, but do the He, Liu, and Wu families combined need to fear him? Zeng Xuan, Teng Ao, are you two determined to wade into this mess?"

Zeng Xuan and Teng Ao exchanged a glance, both seeing the deep seriousness and doubt in each other's eyes.

The He family, the Liu family, and the Wu family, individually, are no less powerful than any of the Zeng, Yan, or Teng families. Now that they are united, their power is absolutely not to be underestimated!

And then there's Chen Yifeng, who's been observing coldly from the sidelines, his thoughts unfathomable...

Once this matter escalates completely, it will no longer be a simple squabble among the younger generation; it could trigger a chain reaction at the family level and even affect certain delicate balances!

They keenly sensed something unusual—why were these three families, plus Chen Yifeng, all gathered here together?

For a few insignificant "fake Zeng Linglong lackeys" who have a grudge against Yan Hai (obviously an excuse), why would they risk a direct conflict with the Zeng, Yan, and Teng families? There must be something fishy going on behind this!

At this point, Yan Hai had completely lost control.

The wound on his head reopened due to the struggle, and blood mixed with the previous alcohol dripped down, making him look extremely disheveled.

His clothes were torn to shreds, covered in footprints, and there were several obvious fingernail scratches on his neck.

His teenage companions were in no better shape than him.

"He Ziming! I'll fuck your mother!" Yan Hai's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse.

"What the hell is this to you! I told you as soon as I walked in that this is a personal grudge between me and those bastards!"

He pointed at the several teenagers beside He Ziming whose eyes were darting around, "You, Liu Sheng, and Wu Chen, brought bodyguards to help them beat us up? This feud is deadly! Today, either you all lie down, or I'll crawl out of here!"

Yan Ruge was also trembling with anger, her beautiful eyes flashing with cold light as she stared intently at He Ziming:

"He Ziming! You guys are really good...really good! How dare you gang up on my brother like this! I, Yan Rugo, will definitely avenge this!"

"Yes! You've gone too far! How could you hit someone so hard!" Zeng Lingyu also angrily chimed in, her pretty face flushed with excitement.

He Ziming looked at Zeng Lingyu with a forced smile: "Oh, Zeng girl, what's wrong? Are you and Zeng Xuan determined to get involved to the end?"

"So what if I get involved?!" Zeng Lingyu said without backing down.

Just then, Zeng Long, who had just arrived, instantly locked his gaze on the pretty yet angry figure in the crowd—Zeng Lingyu.

He didn't need to know the cause and effect, nor did he need to judge who was right and who was wrong. When he saw Xiaoyu's shoulders trembling slightly with extreme anger—

When he heard the suppressed grievance and anger in her voice, the string of "reason" in his heart snapped!

A chilling, bone-chilling killing intent, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly swept over his limbs and bones!

His eyes turned as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, filled only with a destructive desire.

Tengfei and Lin Xiaoya silently stood on either side of Zeng Long, sensing the terrifying aura emanating from him that almost froze the air. Their expressions instantly became extremely serious.

At this moment, Teng Ao reiterated his firm stance, and his bodyguards stepped forward, shouting, "Enough of your fucking nonsense! None of the men who laid a hand on Yan Hai tonight will leave alive!"

Wu Chen, a young man who appeared relatively effeminate, smiled, but his tone carried a hint of sarcasm:

Teng Ao, you're the boss here, you should be reasonable.

We were having a nice meal at your club when Yan Hai and his gang barged in and harassed us, even threatening to keep my brothers from leaving. They were the ones who started it.

We are the victims! As the host, shouldn't you uphold justice for us?

These blatant lies and accusations, turning black into white, were like the final spark that ignited the last fire, driving Yan Hai, who was already on the verge of collapse, completely insane.

"Bullshit! Wu Chen, you bastard! You're the one who called the bodyguards! You're also the one who gave the order to attack!"

Yan Hai let out a beast-like roar, broke free from Yan Ruge and Zeng Lingyu's obstruction, bent down to pick up the neck of a scattered wine bottle on the ground, and with all his might, threw it hard at Wu Chen's head!

"Watch out!" One of the bodyguards reacted quickly, sidestepping and precisely striking the flying bottle with his palm!

The bottle was slammed open, changing direction and hurtling towards Yan Hai with even greater speed and a sharp whistling sound!

"Xiao Hai! Watch out!" In a flash, Zeng Lingyu, who was standing in front of Yan Hai, instinctively spread her arms and used her body to shield Yan Hai without thinking!

"Bang!" A muffled sound! The hard glass bottle smashed heavily onto Zeng Lingyu's head!

"Ah—!" Zeng Lingyu let out a short, painful cry. The huge impact made her vision go black, and she lost her balance instantly, staggering backward and finally falling helplessly to the cold ground.

Crimson blood, mixed with perhaps residual wine, trickled down her smooth forehead and fair cheeks, like a poignant red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

She curled up in pain, one hand covering her wound, blood seeping from between her fingers and dripping onto her light-colored clothes, a shocking sight.

The once bustling lobby fell into a deathly silence! You could hear a pin drop!

All eyes were fixed in horror on the beautiful girl who had fallen to the ground, her face covered in blood.

Zeng Long's gaze also fixed on that spot.

He watched the glaring crimson on Xiaoyu's face, watched the blood drip down in slow motion, watched her body twitch slightly from the pain, filled with helplessness and fragility...

An unprecedented, excruciating pain shot through his entire body as if a high-voltage current had instantly pierced through it!

Every muscle, every nerve, even the depths of the soul, is screaming in agony!

That connection of blood was amplified to the extreme at this moment!

In his mind, images flashed uncontrollably of Xiaoyu's affectionate, dependent, and unreservedly caring gaze as she looked at him; her sweet and pure smile; and her expectant cry of "Brother Long"...

And now, right in front of him, her face covered in blood, she was curled up on the ground in pain, so weak, so in need of protection, so...heartbreaking!

"Buzz—!"

Zeng Long felt as if his brain had been hit hard by something. All his restraint, all his forbearance, all his rationality vanished in that instant!

Instead, there is a chill that can freeze hell, a coldness that can tear the sky apart, and a pure killing intent that can make gods and Buddhas tremble!

His aura became incredibly terrifying, as if he were swallowing up even the light around him, and the space itself was slightly distorted and disordered by his tangible killing intent!

He slowly raised his head, his face expressionless, as calm as a desolate wasteland before a blizzard.

But his voice seemed to drift from the deepest depths of hell, carrying a chill that froze the soul; every word was clearly, slowly, and undeniably imprinted on the eardrums and hearts of everyone present.

"You...all...must...die..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Zeng Long, who was usually lazy and calm, with an occasional gentle yet wicked smile, vanished.

Instead, a judgment descended upon the world!