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

General Liu's words were like an ice pick, piercing Old Wu's heart:

"Any one of them, if they wanted to, could control more than half of the world's dark forces with a wave of their hand, without even having to lift a finger."

"Including those notorious terrorist organizations."

"A mercenary group that values ​​money over life."

"An elusive assassin organization."

"A powerful armed force that entrenched itself in a region."

"Even those large transnational organized crime groups—"

"They would all be willing to risk their lives for them!"

"These are all lawless lunatics who risk their lives!"

"What's even more terrifying is that Zeng Long's team is full of elite soldiers, and they are all madmen whose purpose is to kill."

"The number of team members inside is beyond your imagination, and these team members only listen to Zeng Long and follow his lead."

"You could say that, aside from China, Zeng Long could launch a small-scale surprise attack on any country in the world—"

"Regardless of whether they can fight or what the outcome will be, even if they die in the flames of war, his team members will not even blink an eye and will immediately carry out orders to rush to the battlefield."

"Therefore... Zeng Long is a leader born for war."

"They are the nation's humanoid weapons, the 'Wind God Express'."

"With their presence, the country can essentially achieve rapid 'targeted delivery' in many regions around the world, where acceptance is the only option, not refusal."

General Liu took a deep breath and said with a tone of shock:

"His terror is something you, Mr. Wu, truly cannot fathom."

"What you learned at Yueting Garden tonight is just a very small tip of the iceberg."

"The only saving grace is that he handled these matters tonight as a citizen and soldier of China..."

"Good!" General Liu's voice rang out again, carrying a cruel assumption:

"Even if they are concerned about their home country and do not retaliate against you within its borders."

"But what about abroad? Can your Wu family guarantee that all family members, all future generations, will never set foot outside the country in their entire lives?"

"Once you step outside our borders and leave the direct protection of the state, in that lawless land, facing those omnipresent and insidious dark forces, aren't you just waiting to die?"

Recalling Zeng Long's terrifying identity and this warning, Old Master Wu felt his whole body go numb, and a chilling coldness instantly swept through his limbs and bones.

A large amount of cold sweat instantly seeped out from his forehead and back, soaking his clothes.

He may have previously harbored a slight thought of using his family's power and intricate network of relationships to maneuver or even retaliate.

But at this moment, that thought was completely crushed by the bloody reality!

What the other side possesses is not only the terror of individual military force, but also a despair-inducing hidden power capable of mobilizing most of the dark forces in the world.

"We should be thanking our lucky stars that they don't cause trouble in the capital and just behave themselves!"

General Liu's last words echoed in Old Wu's ears like a death knell: "Why do you still insist on provoking them?!"

"All the so-called power, wealth, and connections you rely on are utterly useless before their absolute strength and this 'power' that transcends the rules!"

"Those bigwigs at the top treat them like national treasures."

"Our military commanders regard them as the sharpest and most indispensable 'sword of the nation' in the military."

Powerless! A profound sense of powerlessness!

As Mr. Wu leaned back in his chair, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

His cloudy eyes were filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

There was anger, heartache, and resentment towards his grandson's lack of ambition, but more than anything, there was a sense of awe and fear in the face of absolute power and an existence that transcended conventional rules.

However, making rational judgments is one thing, while blood ties are another.

Just as Old Master Wu was in a state of utter confusion, the private phone on his desk started ringing frantically, like a death knell.

He knew without even answering that it was his good-for-nothing grandson, Wu Chen, calling.

He eventually picked up the microphone.

Sure enough, Wu Chen's almost desperate cries for help came through the phone, his voice shrill and piercing:

"Grandpa! Save me! Please save me! He really will kill me! He'll break my arms and legs! He told me to call someone important... Grandpa! Only you can save me! Please come quickly! I beg you!!"

He listened to his grandson's desperate cries on the other end of the phone, and heard the utter despair and fear in his voice that he had never heard before.

And then there's the declaration of "severing limbs"...

Even the heart of Old Master Wu, hardened by the years and power struggles, couldn't help but twitch at this moment.

An overwhelming mix of anger and heartache welled up inside me.

That's the eldest grandson of the Wu family! Even if he has a thousand faults and ten thousand mistakes, has he ever suffered such humiliation?

The Wu family has been operating in the capital for generations; how could they have ever been forced to such a state?

The same emotions were also churning in the hearts of the elders of the He family, the Liu family, and other families involved.

They may not have understood the situation as deeply as Mr. Wu, but they also sensed the difficulty of the matter through their own channels.

But hearing his junior's pitiful pleas for help on the phone, he ultimately overwhelmed his rational consideration and deep-seated fear.

"Prepare the car!" Old Master Wu suddenly stood up from his armchair. Although his posture was somewhat hunched, the authority he had long held in a high position instantly returned to him.

But beneath that majesty lay a hint of weariness and resolute determination that were hard to conceal.

Almost at the same time, similar orders came from deep within the old residences of the He family, the Liu family, and several other families.

One after another, seemingly ordinary vehicles, yet representing the highest levels of power in the capital, emerged silently from various grand mansions and blended into the night.

Their directions are strikingly consistent—Yue Ting Garden.

These are elderly gentlemen who live a secluded life and whose every move captivates countless people—

For the sake of his good-for-nothing but blood-related descendant, he had no choice but to personally venture into that place that had become the eye of the storm, a place teeming with danger.

Tonight, Yueting Garden is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Military tycoons, veteran generals from the Zeng and Yan families, and now, these powerful figures entrenched in Beijing...

As if drawn by an invisible hand, various forces are about to clash within this small Yueting Garden, a battle that will determine the future landscape!

Demons run rampant, a giant is about to descend! The storm has escalated to its highest level.

All eyes were focused on this, awaiting the final outcome.