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

Our gaze returned to the brightly lit yet somber lobby of Yuetingyuan.

Zeng Sheng's arrival was like a lifeline suddenly appearing in the eyes of Wu Chen, He Ziming, Liu Sheng and others who were kneeling on the ground!

They clearly knew Zeng Sheng, recognizing him as a pillar of the Zeng family and a powerful military commander.

Having endured extreme fear and humiliation for so long, the sight of a "familiar" elder, a general who held military power, caused their almost crushed pride and sense of luck to sprout wildly like weeds.

"Uncle Zeng!!" Wu Chen was the first to shout excitedly.

The voice conveyed urgency and aggrieved grievance:

"Uncle Zeng! You've finally arrived! Quickly! Subdue that despicable madman! He's a lawless criminal! He's the culprit behind everything that happened tonight!"

He Ziming immediately joined in the shouting, trying to stand up and pointing at Zeng Long:

"Yes! Uncle Zeng, it's him! He committed acts of violence, injuring so many of us, and illegally possessed a gun, threatening us with a shot! Please arrest him immediately!"

Liu Sheng added fuel to the fire, his face filled with resentment and malice:

"And that big guy and that woman next to him, they're accomplices! Uncle Zeng, you must do us justice! Arrest them all and punish them severely!"

As they shouted, they tried to stand up from the cold ground, as if Zeng Sheng's arrival had relieved them of their "prisoner" status and restored their status as young masters of the capital.

The sudden return of his arrogant demeanor contrasted sharply with his kneeling and begging for mercy, creating an incredibly ironic scene.

However, their hope had only just been ignited, and they hadn't even had time to stand up straight—

A figure as majestic as a prehistoric bear, accompanied by a gust of evil wind, flashed in front of them in an instant!

He didn't need Zeng Long's or anyone else's orders at all.

In his mind, without Brother Long's permission, how dare these "trash" get up on their own and point their fingers at Brother Long while shouting?

That's something that needs to be dealt with.

A large, fan-like hand lashed out without mercy! "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Three crisp, loud slaps echoed like firecrackers in the lobby.

Shi Tiezhu's movements were as fast as lightning, yet his strength was "just right"—neither killing the person on the spot nor causing them excruciating pain and extreme humiliation.

Wu Chen, He Ziming, and Liu Sheng didn't even have time to react before they felt an irresistible force slapping them hard across the face.

My head buzzed, and I saw stars.

Having just lifted halfway up his body, he was slapped off balance by the immense force, like three flies being swatted away, screaming as he fell heavily back to his knees.

Shi Tiezhu roughly grabbed them by the back of their collars like chicks, repositioning them into a standard kneeling position, and growled in a deep, gruff voice:

"Kneel down right now! Brother Long didn't tell you to get up. Anyone who moves, I'll twist their head off!"

Throughout the entire ordeal, Zeng Sheng didn't even glance at them out of the corner of his eye, as if they and the farce that had just happened didn't exist at all.

His bodyguards, like emotionless statues, remained expressionless, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

They made no comment on Shi Tiezhu's actions or the miserable state of Wu Chen and the others, as if everything was perfectly normal.

Without the commander's order, they would never easily turn their guns around.

From the moment he entered the lobby, Zeng Sheng's gaze was fixed on Zeng Long's cold yet familiar face for most of the time, filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

He walked a few steps to Zeng Lingyu, who had been standing next to Zeng Long, his steps even carrying a hint of imperceptible urgency.

His gaze was fixed on his daughter's wound, which was wrapped in white gauze but still faintly revealed a glaring crimson stain.

That crimson hue, like the sharpest needle, pierced the heart of this iron-blooded general.

"My daughter..."

Zeng Sheng's voice trembled noticeably. He reached out, wanting to touch the wound, but was afraid of hurting his daughter. His fingers paused slightly in the air, and in the end, he only gently brushed the edge of the gauze.

His resolute face was filled with undisguised heartache and anger, and his voice suddenly rose:

"What happened to you?! Huh?! How did you get hurt like this?! Tell Daddy! Who did this?! Which bastard did this?! Who hurt my precious daughter?!!"

He practically roared the last sentence! It was filled with boundless rage!

The entire hall was enveloped by his sudden, fatherly rage.

The guards standing behind him heard their commander's unprecedented roar, a roar laced with heartache and rage—

Upon seeing the clear bloodstains on the commander's daughter, their eyes instantly sharpened, and a chilling killing intent involuntarily spread out.

Wu Chen, He Ziming, and the others, who were kneeling, trembled with fear at Zeng Sheng's sudden outburst of rage and the undisguised murderous intent of the guards!

The face that had just been slapped was now even more painful, and the pitiful hope that had just risen in her heart was completely shattered, replaced by an endless chill.

Then they suddenly remembered—Zeng Lingyu!

Zeng Sheng is Zeng Lingyu's biological father!

They were incredibly stupid enough to accuse the person protecting the victim's father?! That's suicidal.

Zeng Lingyu watched her father's deep and unwavering love as he became so anxious about her injuries.

Tears welled up uncontrollably again, like pearls from a broken string, sliding down her fair cheeks.

But she didn't cry out loud. Instead, she raised her teary eyes and first took a deep look at Zeng Long, who had remained silent but was like a pillar of strength beside her!

Then he turned to his father, his voice choked with emotion:

Dad, don't worry... everything's alright now...

She paused slightly, as if choosing her words carefully, then mustered her courage, pointed at Zeng Long, and said in a tone filled with utmost trust and a hint of intimacy:

"My...my classmate, Brother Zeng Long...he has already...already stood up for me."

"Zeng Long...brother...?"

As Zeng Sheng listened to his daughter's words, his gaze turned to Zeng Long again, his eyes filled with even more complex emotions: guilt, pride, surprise, and a palpitation of blood ties.