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

Two groups of people with completely different mindsets arrived at this area, which had become a forbidden place, almost one after the other.

They witnessed firsthand the horrific scene that would be etched into their memories for the rest of their lives.

The first thing to pierce the heavy night was a high-performance black sedan—

With a precise and powerful drift, accompanied by the screeching sound of tires, it came to a steady stop not far from the gate of Yuetingyuan.

Before the car door was fully open, Ye Feng stepped out of the car silently, like a weightless shadow.

His emotionless eyes, like the most sophisticated scanner, swiftly and coldly swept across the entire room the moment he appeared—

The intimidating presence of Old Liu, the disarmed and detained police officers, the soldiers standing ready for battle...

He had analyzed and processed all the information within a tenth of a second, and after confirming that it posed no direct threat to Brother Long—

The murderous intent that had been emanating from him almost solidified subsided slightly as he stepped aside to open the car door.

Immediately afterwards, Du Ziteng practically tumbled and crawled out of the car!

However, when he put his feet firmly on the ground, raised his head, and truly saw everything in front of him, he was struck as if by an invisible thunderbolt, and seemed to be turned into a statue!

Her mouth is big enough to fit a whole egg!

What came into his view was no longer the brightly lit, luxurious, and bustling Yue Ting Yuan, the top-tier clubhouse he remembered.

This is clearly a military restricted area that sends shivers down your spine! Camouflage uniforms, and the dark, gaping muzzles of standard-issue guns.

And what about those figures in police uniforms who had been disarmed by the soldiers?!

What... Brother Long... what exactly did Brother Long do here?!

It's unbelievable... it's unbelievable that it has attracted the army's encirclement and the highest level of military control!

The scene before him had completely and utterly exceeded the limits of what Du Ziteng, an ordinary college student, could understand and imagine!

He felt like an ant suddenly thrown into a battlefield, small and helpless.

Then, after being signaled by Ye Feng with his eyes, Du's father, who shakily stepped out of the car, was in an even worse state.

He had just experienced an unexpected disaster, first being taken away by the tax authorities on suspicion of tax evasion, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted and still in shock.

Then, an even more bizarre and eerie "rescue" ensued—

A high-ranking official, whom he rarely even met, personally intervened and, in an almost arrogant manner, disregarded all normal rules and procedures, and directly "brought" him out of a certain investigation location.

During the process, the official also called the person in charge of his case to his presence—

In front of everyone, he berated the person in charge in an extremely harsh, even panicked tone, and demanded that the person in charge come to Yue Ting Yuan immediately.

This series of unbelievable experiences has brought Mr. Du's mental state to the brink of collapse.

At that moment, his face was deathly pale. As his son helped him up, he finally saw the terrifying scene before him—a place filled with heavily armed men, an atmosphere of impending doom, and the atmosphere reminiscent of a frontline battlefield…

"Uh..." A muffled sob escaped Du's throat, and his legs went weak! "Zi...Zi Teng...what...what is this place?"

"Did we...come...to the wrong place?"

Du's father's voice was broken and trembling.

He was just an ordinary businessman; he had never seen or even imagined such a spectacle.

This has completely gone beyond the scope of commercial disputes and official suppression.

The tax official who was forced to come and was in charge of Du's father's case was now completely pale.

He had just been severely reprimanded by his superior's superior's superior with an unprecedentedly harsh attitude, and he was already terrified.

Seeing this situation now, he understood perfectly well that he had kicked a red-hot iron plate, one that was hot enough to shatter him to pieces.

He harbored a deep-seated hatred for the person behind the scenes who had hinted at or even ordered him to "deal with" Du's father, and was simultaneously overwhelmed by boundless regret and fear.

Even if he doesn't die, he'll probably have to take off his official robes, or even face more severe punishment!