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

Just then, Zeng Long's gaze swept over like a precise searchlight, finally landing on Yan Hai, the leader of the group of teenagers.

He didn't speak, but simply beckoned with his finger with a calm expression.

Yan Hai felt a jolt run through his body, as if he had received a supreme imperial edict, and his heart was so excited that it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.

He took a deep breath and calmed his pounding heart.

Almost simultaneously, with utmost respect and even a hint of undisguised fawning, he trotted to Zeng Long's side, bowed slightly, and his voice trembled:

"Big...Big Brother! You called me?"

The few followers behind him looked at Yan Hai's "glorious" back with eyes full of naked, almost tangible envy, jealousy and hatred!

What an honor and opportunity it is to speak up close to such a powerful figure who can reduce enemy ships to ashes with a wave of his hand!

Yang Li stood on tiptoe, craning his neck as far as he could, wishing he could transform into Yan Hai and speak for him.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zeng Long's voice remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet it carried an imposing aura that commanded respect.

Yan Hai immediately started talking like a phonograph that had been played, spilling beans from a bamboo tube—

He recounted the events in their entirety, with embellishments (mainly emphasizing the other party's despicable behavior and his own bravery):

He already had a conflict with another group of teenagers, and he had been looking for them, but they kept hiding.

Today, for some unknown reason, the other party suddenly appeared at Yuetingyuan in a high-profile manner, and deliberately let him know about it.

Driven by a surge of passion, he led his brothers into the other side's private room, determined to exact revenge, but...

That guy had set a trap all along! He Ziming, Liu Sheng, Wu Chen, and those bastards were already waiting there with their bodyguards!

Not only did they blatantly favor the other side, but they also condoned the brutal beating inflicted on them by their ruthless bodyguards...

Zeng Long listened quietly, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well.

When he heard that He Ziming and the others had appeared prepared and were clearly coming for Yan Hai (or rather, for Yan Rugo and Zeng Lingyu), a cold, knowing glint flashed in his eyes, like lightning streaking across the darkness.

How familiar this scene is!

Inside the private room, Wu Qian and his two companions were pressuring Hao Shuai, their target being his brother.

In the lobby, He Ziming and others were ganging up on Yan Hai, but their target was Yan Ruguo's younger brother, who was also someone Xiaoyu cared about.

The methods are exactly the same: using multiple forces to exert pressure and precisely target and provoke those associated with Zeng Long.

purpose?

They simply wanted to turn his carefully prepared thank-you dinner into a joke, making him an isolated "jinx" whose influence would constantly affect those around him.

To force him into disarray, or... to force out the hidden power behind him.

"Another setup..." Zeng Long sneered inwardly, like an undercurrent beneath the ice. Was it a test targeting him personally? Or was it an attempt to force him to reveal a weakness by attacking those around him?

Who is the mastermind behind this? Chen Yifeng?

Judging from his cold and indifferent observation and the occasional playful look in his eyes, it was indeed suspicious, but it didn't seem like his doing.

Zeng Long was too lazy to investigate further.

Regardless of who's behind it all, now that the other party has extended their claws and touched his sore spot—

He hurts the people he cares about (Xiaoyu) and tries to coerce his brother (Hao Shuai).

That's enough. All that's left is to crush the outstretched claws, along with their owners.

He interrupted Yan Hai's still indignant narration and began to lay out his plans, issuing clear instructions in a low voice:

"Tengfei." "Yes, Brother Long!" Tengfei straightened his back immediately, like a soldier who had received a military order.

When he saw Xiaoyu was injured, he wished he could rush up and fight for her.

But seeing Zeng Long's attacks and retaliations, which were like those of a god or demon descending to earth, he felt nothing but unparalleled comfort and admiration.

He felt his blood boiling at the thought of being able to do things for Brother Long.

"Go to the private room and lead all the students to the karaoke room to sing. Tell them that there was just a small incident, and that tonight it's my treat, so they can have a great time."

Zeng Long said calmly, "No one is to come to the lobby without my notification."

"Yes! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Tengfei replied excitedly, then turned and ran towards the Economics Department Class 2 private room, his steps so light they seemed to be flying.

Zeng Long then looked at the stone iron pillar that stood like a giant bear:

"Iron Pillar".

"Alright, Brother Long!" Shi Tiezhu grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

To Wu Chen and the others who were sprawled on the ground, that smile looked incredibly ferocious and terrifying.

"Go and invite those three 'guests' from our private room over here," Zeng Long instructed casually.

"Understood! I've put them all into sleep mode."

Shi Tiezhu responded in a deep, muffled voice, taking heavy, mountain-like steps that caused the ground to tremble slightly with each step, heading towards the previous private room like a human tank going to collect its spoils.

After making these arrangements, Zeng Long's gaze fell once more on Wu Chen, who was lying on the ground, his face ashen and his body still trembling involuntarily, as well as He Ziming, Liu Sheng, and the others who had just caught their breath but were still in shock and had evasive eyes.

A cold and cruel smile curved his lips, like a beast eyeing its prey and preparing to enjoy the hunt, his eyes even carrying a hint of... chilling excitement.

"It seems you came prepared tonight."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an all-knowing sarcasm and... a hint of cat-and-mouse playfulness.

"it is good."

"That's what makes things... more interesting."

That "interesting" was like an invitation from hell, carrying cold chains that instantly bound the hearts of Wu Chen and the others.

Looking into Zeng Long's calm yet storm-filled eyes, their faces, which had just regained a sliver of color, instantly turned deathly pale again, and despair overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

They knew that the warm-up was over, and the real, brutal reckoning was probably just beginning.

And they were like fish on a chopping board, waiting for the final judgment of this god of death before them.

After a brief interlude of "warm bandaging" and "youthful aspirations," the atmosphere in the lobby was once again enveloped by Zeng Long's icy killing intent and overwhelming aura of complete control.

The eye of the storm is shrinking, but even greater waves are about to rise.