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

Inside the lobby of Yuetingyuan, Zeng Lingyu's cell phone rang in her pocket.

She took it out somewhat blankly and saw the name "Uncle Li" flashing on the screen.

She answered the phone.

Hearing Uncle Li's urgent voice on the other end of the phone, tinged with a barely perceptible tremor.

It describes the irreversible bloodshed that could result if Zeng Long didn't answer the phone and Ye Feng took action.

And the enormous risks involved behind this, which could potentially plunge Brother Long into an abyss of no return—

Xiaoyu's heart clenched as well, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the panic in her heart, and holding the phone that felt like it was burning hot, she walked step by step toward the figure that stood like an iceberg, exuding a terrifying aura that kept strangers at bay.

She walked to Zeng Long's side, tilted her head slightly, and softly called out in a dependent voice, "Brother Long..."

Miraculously, the chilling killing intent surrounding Zeng Long almost solidified into a tangible form—

In Xiaoyu's pure and unadulterated call, there was an imperceptible pause, as if a tiny crack had quietly appeared on the frigid ice plain.

She handed over the phone, her slender, fair hand trembling slightly with extreme nervousness.

Her other hand unconsciously gripped the hem of her expensive dress tightly, crumpling the soft fabric beyond recognition.

"Could you... take Uncle Li's call?"

Her voice trailed off, filled with a heartbreaking plea, "He...he said it's urgent, very, very urgent...I...I'm so scared...I'm so worried about you..."

She looked up at Zeng Long with teary eyes.

"I...I...I don't want you to get hurt in any way...I don't want you to suffer because of these things...I...I..."

She hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say "I," but due to extreme nervousness, the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.

She just looked at him with teary eyes, full of humble pleading, as if he were her only support and light in this world.

Zeng Long turned his head very slowly.

Those eyes, which were originally like ice that had stood for millennia, seemed to have met their nemesis and were instantly disintegrated from the inside by an even more powerful force.

The bloodlust and violence in his eyes quickly faded.

My gaze involuntarily fell on her wound, which was delicately wrapped in white gauze.

"Does it still hurt?"

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Zeng Lingyu shook her head desperately.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Brother Long... really, it doesn't hurt at all."

She called out "Brother Long" so naturally, filled with dependence and a sense of cherishing something lost and then regained.

Looking at her, so nervous that she was stuttering because of me.

He remained silent for a few seconds, but finally, because of the pair of tearful, pure eyes before him, he made a decision.

He reached out and gently took the phone from Xiaoyu's hand, which seemed to bear a thousand pounds and still displayed "Uncle Li's" caller ID.

His fingertip hovered over the answer button for a moment before he finally pressed it firmly and put the phone to his ear.

"Uncle Li." His voice was unreadable.

"First, have Du Ziteng's father call Du Ziteng immediately and personally to let him know he's safe."

His tone carried a sense of finality.

"Secondly, have the relevant personnel in charge of handling Mr. Du's affairs bring him to Yueting Garden as quickly as possible. I want to see him in person."

He paused, then added one last sentence, which made Li Weiguo, who was extremely nervous on the other end of the phone, say it—

Even the elderly Mr. Zeng, who had been holding his breath inside the car, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I sent a message to Ye Feng, asking him to come back."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Then, he took out his phone, quickly typed a message on the screen, and sent it.

The content was undoubtedly a recall order for Ye Feng.

After doing all this, he looked at Zeng Lingyu beside him again, reached out and gently stroked her soft hair.

"It's alright now," he said, his voice filled with a reassuring strength.

At this moment, the destructive storm that was about to engulf everything and cause irreparable consequences—

Because of Xiaoyu's gentle intervention with tears in her eyes, and because of that pure worry that was connected by blood and disregarded personal gain or loss, the pause button was finally forcibly pressed.

This also temporarily saved countless lives that might have been drawn into Ye Feng's killing vortex, as well as the precarious futures of countless people.