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

Let's go back to the time after Zeng Long and Li Weiguo finished their phone call.

Li Weiguo put down his phone, his face, which usually carried a certain technical composure, now filled with unprecedented tension and uncontrollable indignation.

Without any hesitation, and without even changing out of his casual clothes, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the office.

With a low growl, the engine roared, and the vehicle shot through the night like an arrow, heading straight for that heavily guarded, quiet yet imposing area in the eastern suburbs of Beijing.

The courtyard house where Grandpa Zeng Xu lived.

Inside the study, General Zeng Rong sat in a grand chair, toying with a pair of polished walnuts in his hands.

Although he is advanced in years and has long since retired to the second line, his eyes, which have witnessed countless battles and vicissitudes, are still as sharp as an eagle's.

Upon seeing Li Weiguo rush in so hastily and even somewhat erratically, Grandpa Zeng Rong frowned almost imperceptibly, and stopped playing with the walnuts in his hand.

"Old...Old Chief!" Li Weiguo forced himself to steady himself, no longer caring about formalities—

His tone was urgent and filled with barely suppressed anger as he recounted the events that had occurred at Yueting Garden, in detail...

In particular, how Zeng Lingyu was hit on the forehead by a shard of a wine bottle and bled while protecting Yan Hai.

How Zeng Long was enraged by this, and how he swiftly and decisively swept away the opposing bodyguards and a group of young men from Beijing—

He quickly and clearly reported on the extremely serious situation, which eventually escalated to the point where firearms were used and the situation was on the verge of exploding.

As Li Weiguo narrated, subtle changes began to appear on Old Master Zeng's face, which had been as calm as an ancient well.

When he heard that his beloved granddaughter Zeng Lingyu was injured and bleeding, his hand holding the walnut tightened suddenly, and the veins on the back of his hand became visible.

A chilling glint flashed in his sharp eyes, a furious and heart-wrenching anger that came from a protective lioness whose wrath had been crossed.

Xiaoyu is the apple of his eye, whom he watched grow up. How could she have ever suffered such injustice and harm?

However, when Li Weiguo continued—

Zeng Long was furious and did everything in his power to stand up for his sister. He crushed his opponent with overwhelming force—

Deep within the cold glint in Old Master Zeng's eyes, however, flashed a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction and...pride!

Good lad! You've got guts! Just like my Zeng family! You know how to protect your own people!

This reckless, daring spirit reminded him of his younger self.

But the old man was a man who had weathered many storms; his anger and relief were fleeting, and he was well aware of the danger behind the matter.

The capital city is a treacherous place; a single move can have far-reaching consequences. Behind those few kids who were dealt with by Zeng Long stands a deeply entrenched family power!

Without any hesitation, Old Master Zeng immediately grabbed the red internal phone on his desk and dialed the number of his son, Zeng Sheng, the father of Zeng Long and Zeng Lingyu.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Dad?" Zeng Sheng's voice came through, carrying a hint of urgency and the faint sound of a car engine in the background.

Grandpa Zeng Rong's tone was solemn, carrying an unquestionable authority: "Xiao Sheng, something has happened at Yue Ting Garden! Xiao Yu is injured, and Xiao Long..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zeng Sheng abruptly interrupted him, his voice carrying a mixture of anger and resolute determination:

Dad! I already know! I just received direct orders from Old Liu! Troops are being mobilized and are heading to Yuetingyuan to implement military control!

No one is allowed to enter or leave before Mr. Liu and I arrive! Don't worry, the sky won't fall, and I will never let Xiaoyu and Xiaolong suffer any more injustice!

Hearing his son's words, especially upon learning that the military had decisively intervened, and that it was ordered by Old Liu himself and executed by Zeng Sheng, the tense lines on the old man's face finally relaxed slightly.

He understood General Liu, and he understood his son even better. With them involved, at least the situation wouldn't completely spiral out of control.

"Alright! I'm relieved to have you go yourself!" Old Master Zeng said in a deep voice. "Remember, within the bounds of principle, protect those two children! Anyone who dares to extend a claw again, deal with them to the death!"

Even after ending the call with Zeng Sheng, the old man's anger had not completely subsided.

He thought of Yan Hai, who was also seriously injured. He had watched the child grow up and had a long-standing relationship with the Yan family.

He immediately dialed the number of the old man from the Yan family again.

Grandpa Yan didn't seem to be resting yet; his voice still carried a hint of leisure when the call was connected.

But when Grandpa Zeng Rong spoke in a tone that suppressed his anger—

When the caller described how Yan Hai was deliberately beaten by He Ziming, Wu Chen, and others with their bodyguards, leaving him with a bloody head and tattered clothes, the other end of the phone fell into complete silence.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous rage erupted, almost as if it could be transmitted through radio waves.

"What?! Damn it! Those brats from the He and Wu families dare to bully my grandson like this?! They've gone too far!!"

Grandpa Yan's roar made the receiver buzz. His voice was filled with fierce rage, a protective instinct, and an inviolable, fierce spirit unique to the older generation who had long held high positions!

"I'm not dead yet! And you dare to gang up on my Yan family? And even hurt Xiaoyu! Fine! I'll see who gave them the guts."

These two influential old men in Beijing, who usually lived a secluded and self-disciplined life, had their long-dormant passion and protective instincts completely ignited at this moment because their grandchildren had been so humiliated!

There was almost no further communication; a tacit understanding had already been reached.

Soon, two black sedans with special license plates, seemingly ordinary but with bulletproof interiors, drove out of the deep courtyards of the Zeng and Yan families almost simultaneously.

A stern-faced, sharp-eyed guard escorted the car.

In Grandpa Zeng's car sat Li Weiguo, who had come to deliver the news in person and whose emotions were still difficult to calm.

The vehicle drove smoothly and swiftly into the night of Beijing, with a clear destination—Yueting Garden.

Tonight, these two old men, whose mere presence could shake the capital, personally intervened for the sake of their wronged child.

Their anger, like a volcano about to erupt, is destined to unleash an even more violent storm in the troubled area of ​​Yuetingyuan.