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

The air in the lobby became even more oppressive with the arrival of Ye Feng and Tie Zhu, as if it had been drawn into a vacuum or filled with viscous lead and mercury, so heavy that it was difficult to even lift a finger.

Ye Feng stood like a human-shaped ice sculpture in the shadows of the corner. The coldness emanating from him was not just a simple chill, but a deathly stillness that came from mountains of corpses and seas of blood and penetrated to the bone.

It was a silent killing intent that could freeze even the soul, causing those who approached him to unconsciously hallucinate—

It felt as if I were all alone in a desolate cemetery at midnight, with only the howling of the cold wind and the silent gaze from the depths of the earth.

He simply stood there, and he robbed the small area around him of all life.

On the other hand, Shi Tiezhu represents the complete opposite extreme.

His ancient, bear-like body seemed to possess an invisible force field, a magnificent aura forged from the smoke of gunpowder, the fire of cannons, and the torrent of steel.

He didn't need to deliberately release it; with just a breath, the chilling aura that had been through countless large-scale and brutal wars spread outward like a tangible wave.

Those standing near him seemed to vaguely see phosphorescent lights leaping and devouring people in the dark graveyard—

One can hear the clanging of weapons and the agonizing cries of the dying on the battlefield—a fear stemming from an innate life force, a fear of absolute violence and destruction.

Like cold claws, it gripped their hearts tightly, tearing at their fragile nerves.

The extreme pressure of ice and fire made everyone in the hall feel as if they were sandwiched between two invisible mountains, struggling to breathe, their faces pale, and many of them began to tremble uncontrollably, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

They felt no longer like guests attending a banquet, but rather like victims who had stumbled into a clearance operation by a top-tier special forces unit, or like poor prey who had accidentally wandered into the territory of two prehistoric beasts.

Just as this suffocating silence was about to reach its peak, and someone was on the verge of fainting from the unbearable pressure—

Zeng Long spoke, his voice breaking the maddening silence, yet carrying an undeniable calmness:

"Xiaoya, hurry up and come over to stop Xiaoyu's bleeding and bandage her wound."

After he finished speaking, he casually tossed Wu Chen, who was being held in his hand like a dead fish, onto the cold, smooth floor as if he were a piece of trash.

"Cough cough...ho...ho..." As soon as Wu Chen touched the ground, he immediately curled up, covered his neck with his hands, and greedily and violently breathed in the long-lost air. He looked just like a fish that had been thrown ashore and was on the verge of death.

Each inhalation was accompanied by a hoarse gasp, and each exhalation was accompanied by a trembling feeling of relief after surviving a disaster.

The sheer force and terrifying disregard for rules displayed by Zeng Long and his companions had completely shattered all of his pride and confidence as a young master from the capital.

At that moment, he felt that being able to breathe freely in front of them was a luxurious blessing.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! They're here!" Lin Xiaoya seemed to have just woken up from watching the excitement and quickly responded.

Like a startled (but more excited) little rabbit, she darted over to the towering stone pillar, patted his thick arm, and said, "Big guy, hurry up, put the suitcase down!"

Shi Tiezhu gave a simple "oh" and obediently placed the bulging, heavy-looking leather bag on his shoulder onto the ground with a "thud," stirring up a fine dust.

Xiaoya immediately squatted down and frantically tried to unzip the leather suitcase.

In the deathly silent lobby, the sound of a zipper being pulled open could be heard—

The clattering metallic scraping sound that followed, from the objects inside the box colliding, was particularly jarring, almost completely drowning out the faint, tense heartbeats of the crowd.

"Where did you put it? I remember it was on top..."

Xiaoya kept her head down, muttering to herself, and unceremoniously reached her little hand into the leather bag and began rummaging through it.

Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, she casually pulled a... shiny black metal gun barrel from the box. Without even looking at it, she threw it on the open ground next to her with a "clatter," just like throwing away trash.

Everyone: "!!!" Their hearts skipped a beat.

That wasn't all. Xiaoya continued searching, casually tossing out several metal blocks with complex mechanical structures—

That was clearly the receiver of some kind of submachine gun and a partially assembled unfinished product!

"Clang! Clang!" The repeated metallic clanging sounds, like heavy hammer blows, struck the fragile nerves of everyone.

Looking at the pile of gun parts on the ground, exuding a chilling aura of death, everyone's faces went from pale to ashen.

This is terrible... This isn't just an ordinary conflict; these people are definitely extremely dangerous arms dealers or terrorists! Will we be silenced?!

Intense fear caused some people to experience difficulty breathing, blurred vision, and a feeling that their heart was about to fail.

However, Xiaoya still couldn't find what she was looking for.

She clicked her tongue impatiently, reached in again, and this time pulled out a handful of loose parts—

A sophisticated trigger, a magazine loaded with bullets (what it looks like), and a small red dot sight...

"Clatter—" She casually scattered these parts on the ground, piling them up with the gun barrels from before.

At this moment, a portion of everyone's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

The soul seemed to have begun to leave the body, drifting towards the ceiling... the breath of life seemed to be gradually fading away.

But the climax of the nightmare has only just begun.

Xiaoya seemed to find these things in the way, hindering her search. Using both hands, she scooped a large pile of "miscellaneous items" from the leather suitcase, tossed them aside without even glancing at them.

"Hiss—!" "Shh—" A strange, eerie friction sound and a faint hissing sound rang out!

The things that had been thrown out were scattered all over the ground, and what they were were—several brightly colored cobras with shimmering scales!

They twisted their bodies, raised their triangular snake heads, their cold snake eyes flashing with an eerie green light, and their scarlet tongues hissing as they flickered in and out!

There were also several black scorpions waving their huge pincers and their tails raised high, as well as several multi-legged, rapidly crawling centipede-like creatures!

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Finally, one of the women with weaker mental fortitude let out a heart-wrenching scream.

But the scream only lasted for half a second before they covered it up with their hands, turning it into a desperate sob, because they were afraid of attracting the attention of these "killing gods" and "poisonous creatures"!

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, followed by uncontrollable and violent trembling!

His legs swayed violently as if they were powered by electric motors.

They stared intently at the wriggling, crawling "venomous creatures" on the ground, especially the cobra with its head raised, its tongue flicking, and its eyes glowing green. They felt their blood freeze!

How could they possibly tell that these were exquisitely crafted, almost lifelike electronic simulation toys? In their eyes, these were messengers from hell!

Everyone's hearts exploded instantly:

"Don't look at me! Please don't look at me! I don't taste good! I haven't showered for three days!" (A rich young man's inner lament)

"Mom! I want to go home! I'm never joining in this mess again! I'm just here to eat, not to be a snack for vipers!" (Another young man swallowed his tears.)

"Oh my God! God, Buddha, Allah! Who is it?! Which damned bastard summoned these evil spirits and poisonous creatures?!"

I curse his ancestors for eighteen generations!!" (This was the common sentiment of everyone, filled with endless resentment and fear.)

The entire lobby was enveloped in an extremely eerie atmosphere—

On one hand, it was the cold and desolate battlefield brought by Ye Feng and Tie Zhu that forced them to act.

On the other hand, there is the "poison crisis" created by Xiaoya, which is terrifying and chilling.

Extreme fear intertwined with an absurd, almost darkly humorous scene, allowing every "audience member" present to experience what it truly means to be torn between ice and fire, and to have their soul leave their body.

The culprit, Lin Xiaoya, seemed oblivious to all of this. Finally, she rummaged through the bottom of the suitcase and pulled out a small, homemade first-aid kit with a red cross printed on it. She excitedly held it up: "Found it!"

She looked up and realized that everyone was staring at her with an extremely terrified look, as if they were looking at some prehistoric monster... and at the pile of "dangerous items" at her feet.

Xiaoya blinked her big, mischievous eyes, a look of confusion on her face:

"What's wrong? You all look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

As she spoke, she inadvertently stepped on the body of a "cobra".

When she stepped on the "snake," it even emitted a slight electronic "squeak," and its head twisted strangely.

Everyone: "!!!" Their hearts stopped again.

This girl... she... she was standing on a cobra and still asking us what was wrong?!

Despair reached a whole new level at this moment.