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

Zeng Long's gaze, like a frozen lake, slowly swept over Wu Chen, He Ziming, and Liu Sheng, who were slumped on the ground like mud, as well as the groaning bodyguards and trembling followers.

In his eyes, these people were no longer real people, but rather discarded, tainted chess pieces on the chessboard.

The mastermind behind them, lurking in the shadows, repeatedly reaches out to those around him—

The bloodstains on Xiaoyu's forehead were still wet, and Hao Shuai's desperate and struggling eyes were still vivid in her mind's eye.

An unprecedented clarity and resolve surged within him like magma, cooled, and finally solidified into an unbreakable will.

He can't remain passive any longer.

To gain a foothold in the unfathomable depths of the Dragon Kingdom and protect everything he cares about, he must demonstrate a strength and determination that would make any power wary.

Patience can sometimes be a strategy; but excessive patience will only be seen as weakness and vulnerability.

It's time to give those eyes hiding in the shadows a resounding slap in the face.

Ignoring the fearful, admiring, or complicated gazes around him, he walked straight to a relatively quiet corner and took out his phone from his pocket.

He skillfully unlocked the phone, found a number labeled "Old Liu," and dialed it.

The call was connected almost instantly.

"Hey kid? What trouble have you gotten yourself into calling at this hour?"

A strong, resonant voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness yet also with concern, came from the other end of the phone; it was General Liu.

Zeng Long offered no pleasantries, his tone eerily calm, as if recounting something unrelated to himself, yet the content of his words was chilling:

"General Liu, it's me, Zeng Long. I'm at Yueting Garden. Things are a bit complicated, so I'll make a long story short..."

He used the most concise language to recount what had happened that night, starting with Wu Qian and his group barging into the private room and provoking Hao Shuai—

Then, in the lobby, He Ziming and his accomplices set a trap to beat up Yan Hai, accidentally injuring Xiao Yu.

Then it goes on to how he fought back, and how Tie Zhu and Ye Feng took control of the situation with guns... It was all told in its entirety, without any embellishment, and without any attempt to conceal anything.

When the person on the other end of the phone heard that "Tiezhu and Yefeng used guns and took control of the police at the scene," their breathing clearly paused.

"...That's the situation." Zeng Long concluded, his voice still steady, but the iron will and determination suppressed beneath the calm were clearly transmitted through the radio waves. "General Liu, this matter cannot be resolved peacefully."

He paused, then spoke with a resolute tone, utterly unyielding:

I, Zeng Long, do not provoke trouble, but I am absolutely not afraid of trouble.

Since some people want to test my bottom line and see me flip the table, then I'll show them clearly today!

Not big enough? Not bloody enough? Not cruel enough? No problem, I can make it big enough, bloody enough, and cruel enough! Until everyone remembers this lesson!

He didn't give General Liu much time to think, and directly threw the hottest potato at him:

As for Tie Zhu and Ye Feng firing their guns, and all the chain reactions that might follow, I'll leave that to you... to worry about.

You are aware of their identities and authority. Tonight, I need a "reasonable" outcome for everything here.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed only by heavy breathing.

Clearly, Zeng Long dropped a bombshell.

But in the end, General Liu's voice rang out again, carrying a helpless resignation and a hint of barely perceptible ruthlessness:

"...You bunch of bastards! All you do is cause me trouble! Alright, I know! Make sure to keep those three nuclear missile team members under control, especially Lin Xiaoya, and make sure they don't escalate the situation any further! The rest... I'll handle!"

"Thank you," Zeng Long said, and then hung up the phone.

Without pausing, he immediately dialed another number, saved as "Li Weiguo".

This call was even shorter, and he succinctly conveyed the core information to Li Weiguo, who worked in a special department and had higher authority and expertise in "cleaning up messes."

"...Uncle Li, this is the situation. I need to make sure that what happened tonight won't cause any further trouble for the people around me. Please take care of the cleanup."

Li Weiguo was already furious when he heard that Xiaoyu was injured.

He didn't ask Zeng Long how he planned to retaliate. His response was crisp and decisive, consisting of only one word: "Understood."

The two phone calls lasted no more than three minutes in total.

But those three minutes seemed to drain the last trace of gentleness that belonged to "ordinary people" from Zeng Long.

As he put down his phone and slowly turned around, the atmosphere in the entire lobby seemed to drop several notches instantly! The verdict had been delivered once again!

The atmosphere that had eased slightly due to Xiaoya's antics and the boy's adoration was completely gone!

Instead, there is a deeper, more viscous sense of oppression and suffocation, as if it can even swallow up light!

What Zeng Long exuded was no longer just anger and killing intent, but a mixture of absolute strength, iron will, and a kind of... cold majesty like that of a "rule maker"!

He no longer seemed to be a simple "strongman", but rather transformed into an extension of some kind of will, the very embodiment of some irresistible "force"!

He didn't speak immediately, nor did he look at Wu Chen and the others on the ground.

He just... moved.

He lifted his foot and began to walk.

"despair……"

The sole of the shoe made a light, steady, and even strangely rhythmic sound as it gently touched the smooth marble floor stained with blood and debris.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the deathly silent hall, it was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up towering waves!

"despair……"

The second step.

To Wu Chen, He Ziming, Liu Sheng, and the others, the sound was no longer just footsteps.

Each soft sound seemed to transform into an incredibly heavy death knell, striking precisely at their already fragile hearts, again and again!

Their pupils contracted to pinpoints with extreme fear, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably, like leaves falling in the autumn wind.

Cold sweat had already soaked my entire body, and a chilling coldness shot from my tailbone straight to the top of my head!

They could clearly feel the approach of death, growing ever closer with each steady footstep.

"despair……"

third step.

Zeng Long's steps were light and steady, without the slightest impatience, even carrying a leisurely and composed air.

But it is precisely this composure that makes it all the more chilling!

That's the kind of confidence that comes from being determined to get the prey and having absolute control over the situation!

It was as if he wasn't walking towards them, but rather measuring the last remaining moments of their lives...

His eyes were calm and still, like two bottomless ancient wells, reflecting no emotion whatsoever, only a pure, cold darkness.

The darkness seemed capable of swallowing all light, all hope, and all struggling thoughts.

Everyone around, whether they were insiders like Zeng Xuan and Teng Ao, police officers like Gu Suo, or onlookers, held their breath and didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Looking at Zeng Long's tall figure, which seemed to support the entire sky, and feeling the terrifying pressure that emanated from him as if it were tangible, they felt their souls tremble!

Who did this man just call?

What kind of power and background does he possess to remain so calm in this situation, even... with a kind of coldness as if he were about to deliver a final judgment?

Nobody knows the answer.

All they knew was that the sound of footsteps, like a death countdown, not only struck Wu Chen and the others' hearts, but also deeply resonated with their understanding and souls.

The storm did not subside. It was merely compressed and condensed, transforming into the seemingly faint yet powerful footsteps beneath Zeng Long's feet... a sound that could terrify even ghosts and gods.

The moment of judgment is approaching.