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

"He had so much repression, so much misunderstanding... but he had no one to talk to, no one to share his burden..."

Old Master Zeng murmured to himself, a piercing pity and immense guilt overwhelming him like a burst dam, almost suffocating him:

He is a natural leader, the soul and pillar of the team.

His teammates, Shi Tiezhu, Ye Feng, Lin Xiaoya... weren't they all unruly, incredibly capable war madmen, and human killing machines?

It was precisely because of his grandson's powerful and compelling cohesion that this terrifying force remained so devoted and loyal to him.

"But it is precisely this heavy trust and responsibility that destined him to bear the heaviest pressure."

"He gained immense power and unwavering loyalty, but he was also destined to be...lonely."

"His stature and his circumstances destined him to find it difficult to find a confidant who could fully understand him and stand shoulder to shoulder with him through it all."

Thinking of this, two hot tears streamed down Old Master Zeng's weathered face, which had witnessed countless partings and deaths, and could no longer be held back.

He was proud of his grandson's strength and pride, and proud of his grandson's loyalty, righteousness, and unwavering belief in protecting everything.

But at this moment, he felt even more heartache and sorrow for all the suffering Zeng Long had endured that far exceeded his age, the unknown loneliness and sacrifices he had made.

How he wished Zeng Long could be like an ordinary young man, carefree!

With his abilities, he could soar freely like a bird in the sky and leap freely like a fish in the sea, indulging in the joys and sorrows and the carefree life he deserved.

With his abilities, there's nowhere in this vast world he can't go.

Where can't one create their own legend and live a carefree life?

But he is a descendant of the Zeng family.

The Zeng family has served in the military for generations, and their ironclad family rule is "to fight for the country, to dedicate oneself to the country, and to die without regret."

This is a mission ingrained in our bones, a responsibility etched in our genes, and a belief flowing in our blood.

The outside world only sees Zeng Long as an omnipotent "human weapon of war" and a ruthless "god of killing," but how many people can see through his monstrous wisdom and profound mind?

Those precise calculations made in the blink of an eye, that terrifying instinct that always manages to find a glimmer of hope in seemingly hopeless situations...

Which of these wasn't a "required course" he was forced to learn from birth, in a cruel environment where he had brushed with death countless times, through blood, tears, and even the corpses of his companions?

For a single steamed bun that could keep him alive, he might have to fight for his life against people or even hungry wild beasts.

To obtain a clean water source, he needs to rack his brains, calculate every possibility, and utilize all available resources...

Grandpa Zeng let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with endless guilt and indescribable heartache.

"We can't let him shoulder this alone anymore..."

Old Zeng silently recited it in his heart, as if making a solemn vow.

This child has already carried far too much, enough to crush any normal person.

This time, let me, his incompetent grandfather who owes him so much, make a decision for him and for the Zeng family!

He slowly opened his eyes, looking more aged and fragile at that moment.

He glanced at the extremely anxious Li Weiguo beside him, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse:

"Defend the country."

"Call Xiaoyu."

"Tell her the seriousness of the situation, exactly as it is, without any embellishment."

"Then... have Xiaoyu hand the phone to Xiaolong."

He paused for a moment, as if he had used up all his strength.

"He...he will accept...for Xiaoyu's sake, he...he will compromise."

After saying this, it was as if all of Grandpa Zeng's energy and spirit had been instantly drained away.

This decision may disrupt Zeng Long's original plans and rhythm, and may prevent him from fully venting his anger for the time being.

But he could not stand by and watch his grandson, whom he had just regained, be forced, in a fit of rage, down a path of no return that would lead to a complete break with the nation.

He could not allow an irreparable rift to form between the nation and this sharpest weapon of the state.

He longed for his grandson to return to his side, to rejoin the family, and to hear him call him "Grandpa" in person.

Therefore, even though the old man clearly saw through his grandson's intentions—that resolute determination to force the country to make a final choice by risking his own life—he still made a decision in the opposite direction.

Let him be the "bad guy" who might disrupt his grandson's rhythm.

This heavy love from elders is sometimes destined to be filled with difficult choices.