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

Inside the lobby, time seemed to be frozen solid.

The only melody is deathly silence and oppression, so heavy that it makes one's heart ache.

Zeng Long stands like an ancient, towering statue of a demon god, the focus of everyone's attention.

The heavy footsteps approached from afar, like a giant hammer striking everyone's heart.

Shi Tiezhu has returned.

He held one in each hand, like two chicks waiting to be slaughtered, carrying Wu Qian and one of his henchmen who had been thoroughly subdued in the private room of the Economics Department Class Two.

There was another person walking unsteadily ahead. The person's face was swollen like a pig's head, the corner of his mouth was cracked, and his eyes were unfocused. It was obvious that he had been "taken care of" by Tie Zhu a few times on the way here because he was disobedient.

Tie Zhu's fierce and unparalleled aura, mixed with the chilling atmosphere of battlefield smoke, added an even more suffocating sense of heaviness to the already extremely oppressive atmosphere in the hall.

"Brother Long, the man has been brought," Tie Zhu said in a deep, rumbling voice, like muffled thunder.

He first kicked the back of the leg of the staggering follower in front of him, who fell to his knees with a "thud," wincing in pain but not daring to utter a sound.

Then, he casually tossed Wu Qian, who was ashen-faced and limp as a rag doll, and another henchman onto the ground like trash, with a "bang" and a "bang".

The two rolled around like gourds, ending up right next to Wu Chen, who was kneeling.

Wu Qian was thrown around, completely disoriented. He struggled to lift his head, and the sight that met his eyes froze him in an instant—

His cousin, Wu Chen, is usually arrogant and considered a big shot in the industry.

His face was ashen, his body trembled as if it would fall apart at any moment, and he knelt humbly on the ground!

Then, seeing the row of people kneeling beside them, including He Ziming, Liu Sheng, and others of no less status and position, and the gruesome state of their bodyguards behind them, some with broken arms and others unconscious...

Wu Qian felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. His vision went black, his mind went blank, and he almost had a cardiac arrest and fainted!

What the hell is this?!

He originally thought that being humiliated and forced to kneel by that giant in the private room was the darkest moment of his life—

He never imagined... the scene in the lobby was so horrific and terrifying, far exceeding his expectations by more than ten or even a hundred times!

This has completely overturned his understanding!

Zeng Long didn't even glance at the newcomer Wu Qian, as if he were just an insignificant speck of dust.

His gaze swept calmly over the newly added people on the ground, his voice carrying an unquestionable air of authority:

"Make them kneel down too."

Shi Tiezhu immediately carried out the order, like the most loyal executor.

With a casual press of his large, fan-like hand or a kick of his foot, Wu Qian and his two henchmen were like puppets being manipulated.

Without any power to resist, they were "placed" at the end of the kneeling line, joining the ranks of penitents in a "standard" posture.

At this point, almost all the "protagonists" and "accomplices" who dared to provoke or participate in the beating tonight had arrived and knelt in a row in the most humiliating manner.

Zeng Long's gaze was fixed on Wu Chen's pale face.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, awaiting the demon god's final verdict.

Zeng Long spoke, his voice as cold as the Siberian wind, piercing the deathly silence:

"Do you know why I made you all kneel?"

His tone carried a cruel insight into human nature.

"I know that you have families that you consider powerful and backgrounds that seem impressive."

"Right now, you're all thinking that after this is over, you'll use all the resources and connections of your families to take revenge on me and make sure I die a horrible death."

"They might even resort to the most vicious methods to eliminate and retaliate against all my friends and all those close to me."

With each word he spoke, the kneeling group paled a little more, and their bodies trembled even more violently, because Zeng Long's words had completely struck at their deepest, most wicked thoughts!

However, Zeng Long's next words stunned them all, as if they had heard a fairy tale.

"Now, I'm giving you a chance."

"I'm sending you to seek help from the family."

"You can make any phone calls you want, use all the connections you can think of, and go find any forces or people you feel can punish or suppress me!"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the deathly silent hall.

Not only were the kneeling people stunned, but even Zeng Xuan, Teng Ao, and the others watching from the sidelines showed expressions of disbelief.

Has he gone mad?! This is playing with fire!

Even if he is very strong personally and has a mysterious background, the combined counterattack from several major families in the capital would be a huge wave.

But Zeng Long's next words instantly turned this "hope" into an even more cruel choice.

"But the premise is—" His voice suddenly turned cold.

"Who told you first, who instructed you to come here tonight? Who is behind all of this?"

His gaze was like a sharp blade, sweeping across the faces of Wu Chen, He Ziming, Liu Sheng, and others one by one.

"Whoever speaks up first will have the opportunity to make this call."

"The choice is in your hands."

He paused briefly, giving himself time to process the information, before issuing his final, despairing warning:

"But I have something to tell you—"

"If the people you bring..."

"Not enough..."

"Then, it's not as simple as just kneeling..."

The last few words, though light and airy, carried a bloody stench reminiscent of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts!

This is not giving them hope; it is throwing the choice at them, forcing them to make a desperate choice between betraying the mastermind and facing Zeng Long's even deeper and more unfathomable rage!

Moreover, even if you choose to seek help, you may face even more terrifying consequences because the person you find is "not qualified"!

This is no opportunity; it is a deeper despair, a cruel game in which demons toy with ants!

The kneeling group turned deathly pale instantly, their eyes filled with extreme struggle, fear, and collapse!

They were as if they were placed on the edge of a volcano, and whichever side they chose, they might fall into an abyss of no return.

The atmosphere in the lobby became increasingly oppressive and tense because of Zeng Long's unconventional yet even more oppressive approach.