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

That row of once arrogant and domineering young masters and bodyguards now knelt on the cold marble floor like mangy dogs with their spines removed.

This kneeling was not only a submission to power, but also a complete castration of all their past pride and the family background they relied on.

Zeng Long's bloody and ruthless methods were like an invisible hammer, shattering the hearts of all the young men in the industry present.

For the first time, they realized so clearly that in the face of absolute power that transcends common sense and rises above worldly rules—

Everything they are so proud of is so pale, powerless, and utterly vulnerable.

A seed of demonic energy, known as "fear" and "awe," has been deeply planted in their souls with tonight's bloodshed, the sound of bones breaking, and this humiliating kneeling.

This included Chen Yifeng, who had been observing coldly all along. His face was slightly pale, and the playfulness and calculation in his eyes were gone, replaced by deep apprehension and a trace of barely perceptible... lingering fear.

He didn't even dare to make eye contact with Zeng Long again.

This also includes Teng Ao, who, as the owner of Yueting Garden, has witnessed countless storms.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered someone like Zeng Long, who could crush everything with overwhelming force at the slightest disagreement, and whose methods were as ruthless as a demon.

His original intentions of befriending and using Zeng Long have now turned into deep vigilance and a sense of relief—relief that he is at least on Zeng Long's side for now.

Those representatives from other factions who had only heard the news, wanted to investigate, or tried to make connections, were now completely silent and abandoned all such thoughts.

Looking at Zeng Long's figure, which stood there like a demon god, they only wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

If Zeng Long can leave safely tonight, they will relay everything they saw and heard tonight, verbatim and with boundless terror—

A true dragon has arrived in the capital—no, a prehistoric crocodile! We must not provoke it lightly!

In stark contrast to the fear of these people were the teenagers led by Yan Hai.

At this moment, Yan Hai felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his mind seemed to float to the clouds, light and airy, yet filled with unparalleled excitement and exhilaration!

He looked at He Ziming, Wu Chen and the others who had just been arrogant and domineering and had beaten them into a sorry state, but now they were kneeling in front of him like dead dogs. The feeling of triumph and satisfaction was indescribable!

He straightened his still somewhat aching chest, trying to make himself look more upright, and then stared intently at Zeng Long's back with an almost burning, incredibly intense gaze.

Those eyes were filled with the purest worship and the most fervent longing, as if the believer had seen a god descended to earth.

A thousand words welled up in my heart, ultimately coalescing into a silent, utterly awe-inspiring shout—"I'll give you a piece of my mind, Fahai! (The ultimate, most powerful version of 'Holy crap'!)"

He nudged Yang Li beside him with his elbow excitedly, his voice trembling with excitement:

"See that?! See that?! This is my boss! Isn't he awesome?! My current feeling can be summed up in one word—awesome! Unbelievably awesome, beyond imagination!"

Yang Li, quite bluntly, whispered a reminder, tinged with a mixture of envy and helplessness:

"Brother Hai... isn't that your older brother? You just... met him, didn't you?"

Yan Hai was taken aback, then shoved Yang Li irritably, stiffened his neck, and said confidently in a low voice:

"Go away! What do you know? It was bound to happen sooner or later! Didn't you see Sister Xiaoyu here? Sister Xiaoyu's friend, isn't that my Yan Hai's older brother?! That connection is definitely there!"

He had automatically included Zeng Long in the category of "one of our own" and had begun to envision a bright future where he would follow "Brother Long" and dominate the world.

However, the feelings of the three siblings, Zeng Xuan, Zeng Yuan, and Zeng Ke, were different from those of Yan Hai.

Their excitement and exhilaration stemmed from the most primal resonance and pride deep within their blood!

Zeng Xuan clenched his fists tightly.

Looking at his younger brother, who stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and stood up for his family with absolute force (although he had not yet publicly acknowledged him), he felt an indescribable sense of pride and excitement!

Zeng Long's domineering and protective attitude at this moment perfectly matches the Zeng family's inherent iron-fisted and protective family tradition!

He didn't care whether the methods were cruel or not; he only knew that if his family was bullied, he should fight back in the strongest possible way!

Zeng Long did it, and he did it so thoroughly and so impressively!

The Zeng sisters, Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke, also had sparkling eyes.

Looking at Zeng Long, they seemed to see the family's most solid support.

That attitude of protecting their family at all costs gave them an immense sense of security and a feeling of pride.

In their hearts, they silently cried out: "This is our brother!"

Zeng Lingyu was already in tears.

That was an outpouring of happiness, warmth, and excitement to the extreme.

This is her own brother! Her blood brother, separated from her for many years, has now returned to her life in such an earth-shattering way!

He stood up for himself in an incredibly domineering way.

The feeling of being cherished and protected made her feel like the happiest person in the world.

Zeng Long intended to use this ruthless method to declare his philosophy of life to all the forces secretly lurking and plotting against him.

If you harm those around him, be prepared to suffer his bloody and ruthless revenge!

There were no warnings, no compromises, only the most direct and thorough blows.

However, among everyone present, Yan Rugo was the one with the most complex thoughts and the greatest shock.

Her gaze involuntarily swept over Zeng Lingyu, whose face was streaked with tears but whose eyes were filled with dependence and happiness, and over Zeng Xuan, Zeng Yuan, and Zeng Ke, whose expressions were excited and proud...

These core members of the Zeng family showed Zeng Long undisguised closeness, protection, and even...admiration!

A thought that she had deliberately ignored, or rather dared not think about deeply, flashed like lightning in the darkness, instantly illuminating all the jumbled fragments of information in her mind!

Why would Zeng Xuan show such goodwill to an "ordinary" classmate, even with a hint of eager concern?

Why would Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke, the two little princesses of the Zeng family, call a stranger "brother" so affectionately and without any reservations, and defend him so much?

Why would Zeng Lingyu, the haughty heiress of the Zeng family, show such concern and closeness to Zeng Long that goes beyond that of classmates, even carrying a hint of humble pleading?

And... Zeng Long, Zeng Linglong... their names are only one character different!

All the clues, all the inconsistencies, all the extraordinary attention and protection that Minister Li Weiguo, a student of Old Master Zeng, showed to Zeng Long…

At that moment, it was as if an invisible thread had connected them, pointing to a truth that almost stopped her heart from beating!

Her eyes widened suddenly, staring intently at Zeng Long's cold profile, as if trying to pierce through his skin and look into the depths of his soul.

A complex expression, a mixture of crying and laughing, appeared on her face, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

She murmured softly, her voice carrying a sense of sudden enlightenment, yet also tinged with indescribable complex emotions:

"Hehe... Zeng Long... Zeng Linglong..."

"The name... is only one character different..."

"So...it was you..."

"You're the one... who's been betrothed to me since birth..."

"Your name... should be—Zeng Linglong!"

The truth, like sunlight breaking through the clouds, shone fiercely and directly into her world.

The legendary Zeng family grandson, who had been missing since childhood, the person whose fate had long been intertwined with hers, had unexpectedly and forcefully re-entered her life in such a way.

Shock, bewilderment, and a sense of destiny overwhelmed her in an instant.