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

Zeng Sheng forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, which were once again replaced by the fortitude and decisiveness of a soldier.

He turned around, without any unnecessary words; his actions spoke volumes.

He gave a stern order to the sharp-eyed guard behind him:

"You! From now on, you will temporarily follow Comrade Zeng Long's instructions."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the guards to make sure they understood the absolute nature of the order:

"His orders are my orders. There's no need to consult me ​​again; execute them strictly."

"Yes, sir!" The guards responded without hesitation, their voices ringing out.

Although they were filled with curiosity and scrutiny towards this unfamiliar "Comrade Zeng Long," obeying orders was their duty.

They immediately adjusted their positions, forming a new perimeter with Zeng Long at its core, their gazes sweeping across the entire area with sharper intensity, especially those kneeling people.

This simple sentence and action struck Wu Chen, He Ziming, and the others like a thunderclap!

General Zeng Sheng actually made his personal guards take orders directly from this young man?!

This is clearly a form of support and endorsement that is almost equal, and even carries a sense of authorization!

They finally understood that the Zeng family, or rather the military forces represented by Zeng Sheng, had stood firmly behind Zeng Long without reservation!

All their previous hopes and illusions were shattered at this moment.

Upon hearing Zeng Sheng's sudden and unreserved support, a faint ripple seemed to appear deep within Zeng Long's cold eyes.

He didn't speak or exchange pleasantries, but simply nodded very slightly to Zeng Sheng.

He then turned his gaze to the guards who had just been assigned, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of efficiency:

"Immediately seal off all entrances, exits, and passageways leading to the lobby of Yuetingyuan, including all adjacent private rooms."

"Make sure we are completely isolated from this place. Not a single fly is allowed to fly in, and not a single sound is allowed to escape without my permission."

"Yes, sir!" The guards immediately obeyed, splitting up in pairs and spreading out swiftly like ghosts to carry out the blockade order.

Then, Zeng Long looked at Teng Fei, who had been standing by nervously.

"Soaring."

"Here! Brother Long!" Tengfei responded immediately, standing ramrod straight.

"Go back to the private room and calm all the students down."

Zeng Long's voice was steady, yet it carried a calming power.

Tell them that everything is fine here, it's just a small misunderstanding, and we're working on it.

"Let them not worry, keep singing, and have fun."

"At the same time, make it clear to them—tonight, no matter what they saw or heard, or whether they saw or heard nothing at all…after leaving here, they must keep quiet!"

"Everything tonight is limited to this night, this place. I don't want to hear any rumors about tonight outside."

Tengfei listened to Zeng Long's crystal-clear instructions.

He knew that Brother Long was reassuring all the students and protecting them from being dragged into a deeper vortex.

"Understood! Brother Long! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Tengfei nodded vigorously, then turned and ran quickly toward the private room where the Economics Department Class 2 was located.

He knew that he bore the heavy responsibility of stabilizing the "rear".

With Tengfei's departure and the completion of the internal lockdown, the entire Yuetingyuan lobby seemed to have become an independent trial space temporarily separated from the world.

The hustle and bustle, power struggles, and the chilling atmosphere of the army outside were all kept at bay.

All attention was focused on the brightly lit hall and on the proud young man standing there.

Zeng Longshuang's deep, icy eyes returned once more to the faces of Wu Chen, He Ziming, Liu Sheng, and the others, faces filled with fear and despair.

A cold and cruel smile curved his lips, like a hunter looking at his prey that had fallen into a trap.

He spoke, his voice like the tolling of a death knell:

"I believe... in the family members you desperately try to contact and place your hopes on, or in your so-called support..."

"They should be here soon, right?" He tilted his head slightly, a chilling glint in his eyes.

"Then..." "Let's wait and see."

The curtain has been drawn.

The show is about to begin.