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

Lin Xiaoya found the first aid kit, but she seemed to feel that walking over empty-handed wasn't "safe" enough.

So he crouched down on the ground, his hands, so nimble they could hack into the Pentagon's systems in thirty seconds—

Like magic, with a few soft "clicks," he quickly assembled several scattered gun parts into a compact, sleek pistol, casually snapping a magazine onto it. His movements were fluid and effortless, as if he had simply assembled a Lego model.

Then, with the first aid kit in one hand and the newly "made" pistol in the other, she swaggered over to Zeng Lingyu under the horrified gazes of the crowd.

"Tengfei! What are you standing there for? Bring me a chair!" Xiaoya shouted at Tengfei, who was still excited, her tone as natural as if she were ordering her own little brother around.

"Hey! Okay!" Tengfei snapped to attention and immediately transformed into the most diligent and sensible waiter. He dragged out a relatively intact chair from the mess, wiped it with his sleeve, and carefully helped Zeng Lingyu, whose wound was still bleeding and whose face was pale, to sit down.

"Sister Xiaoyu, don't move, it'll be done soon!"

Xiaoya's voice instantly switched, becoming so sweet it could squeeze out honey, a stark contrast to her earlier image of casually assembling deadly weapons and throwing out "poisonous snakes."

She casually tucked the pistol into her lower back, as if it were just an ornament.

Her nimble hands quickly opened the first-aid kit, which contained a full range of bottles, jars, gauze, and tape, many of which were special models not available on the market.

She cleaned Zeng Lingyu's wounds with extremely gentle and professional movements, applying a dark green ointment that emitted a cool herbal scent (her homemade powerful hemostatic and tissue-regenerating ointment).

He muttered to himself in a low voice, only the two of them could hear, his large eyes gleaming with a cunning, fox-like light:

Sister Xiaoyu, you are the apple of Brother Long's eye!

Look how angry he was about you just now, he almost sent all those bastards to meet their maker!

Let me tell you, we've been following our boss for so long, and we've never seen him have such a strong emotional fluctuation!

"So..." She leaned closer, lowering her voice, with a hint of ingratiation—

"If I get scolded later, like... well, I was the one who called those two big oafs and the frozen-face guy over without permission, and if the boss blames me later... you have to put in a good word for me!"

She skillfully applied the sterile dressing and carefully bandaged it, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure.

Her little scheme was going on and on:

"Hehe, investing in advance! Clinging to Sister Xiaoyu's golden thigh is like getting a get-out-of-jail-free card! If I get into trouble in the future, I can just hide behind her! I'm such a genius!"

Thinking of this, she became even more attentive and meticulous in bandaging Zeng Lingyu, treating her like a fragile porcelain doll, and occasionally asking:

"Does it hurt? Is the pressure right? Should I be gentler?"

Zeng Lingyu felt Xiaoya's meticulous, even "overly" care, and the cooling ointment on her wound effectively relieved the pain.

Recalling the scene of her brother sweeping away everything for her like an enraged god, she was enveloped in a huge warmth and a sense of security.

Looking into Xiaoya's quirky yet genuinely concerned eyes, a gentle smile appeared on her pale face, and she nodded slightly, tacitly agreeing to this "alliance agreement."

This mysterious and capable little girl made her truly feel kindness and a unique sense of approachability.

On the other side, Yan Hai and several other young men, who were also in similar difficult circumstances, stood together, supporting each other.

They watched as Zeng Long arranged treatment for Sister Xiaoyu. When he looked at Sister Xiaoyu, the lines of his cold profile seemed to soften almost imperceptibly.

This subtle change, like a torch lit in the darkness, instantly illuminated a passionate corner in their hearts!

Recalling Zeng Long's invincible demeanor as if he were a god descending to earth (or a demon god descending to earth), sweeping away the four elite bodyguards and He Ziming and his group with overwhelming force, and then the two "nuclear-level" subordinates who appeared later, wielding heavy firepower and exuding an even more ferocious aura...

The boys' eyes grew brighter and brighter. Their previous fear, embarrassment, and pain seemed to be washed away by a strange heat, replaced by an almost boiling excitement and worshipful adoration!

"Hai...Brother Hai!" Yang Li excitedly tugged at the sleeve of Yan Hai's expensive, torn T-shirt, his voice trembling and his eyes sparkling.

"See...see that? This big shot...is...is on Xiaoyu's side! He's one of our own!"

"Nonsense!" Yan Haiqiang suppressed the volcanic excitement surging within him and tried his best to appear composed and worldly-wise.

But his upturned lips and those eyes that were practically glowing (like searchlights) completely betrayed him—

"I knew it! Who is Sister Xiaoyu? Could the brother she knows be an ordinary person? This... this big shot, it's definitely him!"

He secretly gave himself a thumbs up, feeling his back straighten a thousandfold instantly, and even the bleeding wound on his head seemed like a "medal of honor".

They automatically imagined a glamorous future where they could swagger around Beijing with the "big boss"—

What are He Ziming, Liu Sheng, and Wu Chen compared to the big shots? They're nothing but chickens and dogs! No, they're not even as good as chickens and dogs!

They could almost picture themselves following behind Brother Long, invincible and untouchable, with all sorts of beautiful women casting adoring glances their way...

As for the "minor matters" of injuring people, wrecking venues, using firearms, and potentially facing family punishment tonight, these have been selectively and thoroughly filtered out.

They were completely immersed in the grand fantasy that "following the big brother means you'll have meat to eat and your life is about to reach its peak," and they were so excited that their faces were flushed and their bodies were trembling slightly.