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

Before the echo of Zeng Long's death proclamation, which sounded like it came from the depths of hell, had faded, he had already moved.

That wasn't the speed a human should have; it was more like a black lightning bolt tearing through space, carrying a killing intent that froze the soul, instantly igniting the stagnant air!

The first target was the bodyguard who accidentally injured Xiaoyu by knocking away the bottle.

The bodyguard only felt a blur before his eyes, and a face so cold it was almost icy, with eyes that seemed to hold countless icy blades spinning, filled his entire field of vision like a ghost!

Before he could even make any effective defensive stance, an indescribable force struck him head-on, like being hit by a high-speed heavy truck, slamming into his chest and abdomen!

"Pfft—!" The bodyguard's burly body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his feet leaving the ground.

A piercing pain instantly shot through me, as if my internal organs had been displaced, twisted, and knotted by the impact!

Before the pain subsided, a sharp, agonizing pain shot through my back, as if my spine was about to break!

He was in mid-air, his consciousness blurred by the excruciating pain, and he was on the verge of falling into a coma.

However, this is just the beginning.

Before his flying body even hit the ground, a hand like an iron clamp had already precisely grabbed his right arm, which had just knocked the bottle away, and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction of the joint!

"Crack!" The sharp, teeth-grinding sound of bone breaking was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the lobby!

"Ah—!!" The bodyguard, who was about to faint, was jolted awake by the excruciating pain and let out a shrill scream that was so distorted it was almost unrecognizable.

He collapsed to the ground like a boneless lump of mud, clutching his strangely bent arm, his body convulsing violently, unable to stand up again.

In the blink of an eye, Zeng Long moved without hesitation, as if teleporting between the other two bodyguards standing side by side.

His movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless, without any unnecessary frills, only the purest killing techniques.

His right hand, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, swiftly gripped the throat of the bodyguard on his left.

The bodyguard reacted quickly, instinctively raising his hand to block.

But Zeng Long's hand mysteriously changed from a clenching grip to a claw halfway through, his five fingers like steel hooks, instantly grabbing the other's palm, and then suddenly twisting it with force!

"Snap!" Another chilling cracking sound rang out! The wrist was positioned at an impossible angle.

Before the bodyguard could even cry out in pain, Zeng Long grabbed his severed hand for leverage, his entire body moving with the agility of a cheetah—

He completed an incredibly fast 360-degree spin in mid-air, his left leg like a steel whip, accompanied by a whistling sound as it tore through the air.

A fierce spinning side kick struck the bodyguard on the right side hard in the right kidney area!

"Bang!" A dull thud sounded.

"Ugh!" The bodyguard on the right felt an irresistible force, a cracking sound of breaking ribs coming from his right waist, and the excruciating pain instantly drained him of all strength—

His body flew backward like a broken sack, landing squarely on the group of teenagers behind He Ziming who had a grudge against Yan Hai!

"Ouch!" "My God!" Due to the force of physical inertia, several teenagers were knocked over by this "human cannonball," falling to the ground in a heap, their cries of pain filling the air.

Almost simultaneously with the side kick landing, Zeng Long used the momentum of his spin to land—

His body was like a taut spring, his left arm bent, and a fierce upward elbow strike, like a cannonball, landed precisely and ruthlessly on the jaw of the bodyguard on his left whose wrist had just been broken!

"Bang! Crack!" It was unclear whether it was the sound of the jawbone shattering or the sound of teeth violently colliding and breaking.

The bodyguard's eyes rolled back instantly, his whole body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, and then he fell straight backward with a thud, completely losing consciousness like his companion.

Two elite bodyguards were simultaneously rendered incapacitated in less than two seconds!

At this moment, the last bodyguard finally reacted to the thunderous blow, roared, and punched Zeng Long in the back.

However, his fist had only been raised halfway when Zeng Long's figure appeared on his left side like a ghost.

He didn't even see how Zeng Long moved!

Zeng Long's right hand, fingers clenched like a knife, his arm muscles instantly tensed like iron, and with a sharp gust of wind, he slashed hard at the bodyguard's carotid artery on the left side of his neck at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive!

"Ugh!" The bodyguard felt a heavy blow to the side of his neck, his brain instantly lacked oxygen, his vision went black, and all his movements came to an abrupt halt.

His blocking arm fell limply to his side, his body swayed, and like a chopped-down tree stump, he fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious.

Four experienced and highly skilled bodyguards were all wiped out, with some seriously injured and others maimed, in less than five seconds!

After dealing with the bodyguards, Zeng Long's icy gaze instantly locked onto Liu Sheng, one of the culprits.

Liu Sheng was already terrified. Seeing Zeng Long approaching like a god of death, his legs went weak. He retreated in fear, trying desperately to identify himself:

"You...you know who I am..."

Before the word "who" could even be uttered, Zeng Long had already closed in, casually waving his right hand. A seemingly effortless slap, yet containing terrifying power, left a trail of afterimages as it landed heavily on Liu Sheng's left cheek!

"Bang—!" The sound was as loud as a firecracker exploding!

Liu Sheng felt as if his head had been slammed hard by a red-hot iron plate—

The immense force caused him to stagger uncontrollably to the right, falling back more than two meters before losing his balance and crashing heavily to the ground.

"Pfft!" His mouth opened, a mixture of shattered teeth, crimson blood, and uncontrollably drooling—

It gushed out like a fountain, and half of his cheek swelled up at a visible speed, like a fermenting bun. The burning pain almost made him faint.

Zeng Long didn't even glance at his miserable state. He flashed again, appearing as if by teleportation between Wu Chen and He Ziming, whose faces were pale and who were trying to sneak away.

His right hand gripped Wu Chen's neck like an iron clamp in an instant, easily lifting him off the ground.

His left hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing He Ziming's arm as he was about to turn and flee, and pulling him back sharply—

He Ziming felt an irresistible force coming at him, and his body crashed uncontrollably into Zeng Long.

He was met with the same merciless slap! "Smack!" The familiar crisp sound, the familiar scene.

He Ziming followed in Liu Sheng's footsteps, screaming as he was slapped away, crashing to the ground and turning into another puddle of mud—the ending was exactly the same.

After Zeng Long sent He Ziming flying with his fan, he slowly turned his head.

He still had Wu Chen by the neck, holding him in mid-air.

Wu Chen kicked his legs wildly and futilely pounded on Zeng Long's arms, which remained as stiff as steel.

His face turned bluish-purple due to lack of oxygen, his eyes began to roll upwards uncontrollably, and he made a series of hoarse, labored breaths, like a broken bellows.

Zeng Long's eyes were like the cold moon hanging over the desolate plains in the dead of winter night—calm, deep, yet radiating a chill that pierced to the bone.

His gaze slowly swept across the faces of everyone present, a gaze that seemed to carry a tangible chill—

Wherever it went, everyone felt as if a cold blade had grazed their cheeks, a chill involuntarily rising in their hearts, and their hair standing on end!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone held their breath, afraid that the slightest sound would attract the attention of this god of death.

Many people who did not know Zeng Long or were not familiar with him felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, gripped by a fear that stemmed from their very survival instincts.

"Who is this person?!" This question swirled wildly in their minds.

In less than thirty seconds, a lightning-fast attack left many people with broken bones and unconscious, leaving a scene of utter devastation. The young master was swept away like a chicken or a dog... The scene was too shocking, too unreal!

Yang Li, standing next to Yan Hai, nudged the equally dumbfounded Yan Hai with trembling fingers, his voice stammering and filled with fear:

"Hai...Brother Hai! Who...who is this person?"

Yan Hai's mouth gaped open, wide enough to fit an egg. His eyes were vacant as he stared at Zeng Long's imposing yet cold figure. He swallowed hard and stammered in response:

"I...I...I don't...I don't know them either!" These pampered young masters had never seen such a cruel, efficient, and almost crushing scene of violence.

Teng Ao and Zeng Xuan exchanged a glance, both seeing undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

Teng Ao knew that Zeng Long was no ordinary person, but he never expected that when he made a move, it would be so earth-shattering!

Chen Yifeng, who had been observing coldly, also slightly contracted his pupils at this moment.

Zeng Long's terrifying strength made him feel intense unease and... jealousy.

But this feeling of fear made him extremely uncomfortable.

However, he was completely unaware that what he had seen tonight was merely the tip of the iceberg of Zeng Long's strength.

Yan Ruge gazed at the figure standing in the center of the field, her feelings incredibly complex.

That chilling killing intent filled her with fear and unfamiliarity. But that thunderous, avenging-her family...

That upright and unyielding figure, seemingly capable of shouldering everything, that sharply defined, cold and resolute profile... stirred an uncontrollable emotion within her.

He stood there, looking down at everyone present with a tall, majestic, and imposing aura, like a god descended to earth, or perhaps... a demon god.

Zeng Lingyu was already in tears, not from pain, but from an indescribable excitement and warmth.

Watching her brother, like a raging lion, sweep away all those who had hurt her with overwhelming force—

The feeling of being unconditionally protected and cherished filled her heart with an unprecedented sense of security and the warmth of family affection.

"Let...let go...of me..." Wu Chen's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and his consciousness began to blur.

Just then, Director Gu, who had been stunned by the series of changes, finally came to his senses!

His duty prevented him from standing by and watching the young master of the Wu family be strangled to death in front of him!

He didn't know Zeng Long either, but he felt that Zeng Long was an extremely dangerous and completely out-of-control violent person!

"Stop!" Director Gu abruptly drew his sidearm, the dark muzzle pointing at Zeng Long. His voice trembled with tension. "Put down Young Master Wu immediately! Or I'll shoot!"

The appearance of the pistol instantly made the already tense atmosphere even more strained!

The murderous intent in the air did not diminish; on the contrary, it became even colder and more chilling due to the involvement of firearms!

Zeng Long seemed not to have heard Gu Suo's warning at all, nor did he see the gun pointed at him.

He continued to stare coldly at Wu Chen, who was nearly suffocating in his hands, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion, yet carrying a chilling, judgmental quality:

"Do you feel like you can't breathe? Do you feel terrified? Do you feel... that these police officers can save you?"

He tilted his head slightly, a chilling smile curving his lips, like the smile of death itself.

"No...No...No." "I can tell you now, they can't save you."

"No one can save you." "Because the person I want to kill, even God... can't."

Just as Gu Suo drew his gun and pointed it at Zeng Long, Lin Xiaoya, who had been watching the show, flashed a sly and excited look in her mischievous eyes.

She swiftly pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she quickly typed and sent a message:

[Our leader has been given a gun to the temple by several police officers. Grab what's in the bag and come to his rescue immediately!]

After sending the message, she acted as if nothing had happened, showing no concern whatsoever for her boss being at gunpoint.

Instead, he continued to scan the scene with those curious and mischievous eyes, as if anticipating an even more exciting turn of events.

The verdict is not over yet. The storm is escalating.