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

At this moment, Zeng Long took out his phone and dialed Du Ziteng's number.

"Ziteng, where are we?"

Du Ziteng's urgent voice immediately came from the other end of the phone:

"Brother Long! We've arrived! In the parking lot!"

"But...but Brother Long, outside...outside are soldiers everywhere! So many guns!"

"And... my goodness, I also saw several... several old generals with many stars on their shoulders!"

"What... what on earth is going on?!"

Du Ziteng's voice was somewhat incoherent due to the shock.

"Let Ye Feng answer the phone."

After thinking for a moment, Zeng Long revealed a wicked smile. He had thought of something but did not explain.

Soon, Ye Feng's cold, emotionless voice rang out:

"Brother Long."

"Bring them in," Zeng Long said only four words before hanging up the phone.

Without needing to say more, Ye Feng naturally knew what to do and how to get through that impenetrable defense line outside.

After ending his call with Ye Feng, Zeng Long turned his gaze to Hao Shuai and Xiao Wanru, who were waiting anxiously to the side.

"Contact your family and ask where they are." The two didn't dare to delay and immediately took out their phones to make the call.

Hao Shuai spoke quickly and quietly into the phone, then looked up, his face showing a mixture of confusion and awe, and said to Zeng Long:

"Brother Long, my parents said they've arrived at the parking lot, but... there are heavily armed soldiers outside, sealing off the entire area, and they don't dare to come in."

"And... my dad said he thought he saw several... generals?"

Hao Shuai's tone was full of uncertainty, clearly indicating that the word "general" was too far removed from his life.

Xiao Wanru followed up with her report, her voice trembling with tears and confusion:

"Brother Long, I...I can't get in touch with my dad. But a soldier answered my call and said that my dad and those people who arrested him...are under their control, and they're questioning him..."

After summarizing the situation, Zeng Long showed no surprise, as if everything was under control.

Zeng Sheng, who had been standing beside Zeng Long and silently watching his every move, heard everything.

At that moment, he seized an opportunity, a chance that might make up for what he had done wrong and bring him closer to his son.

He stepped forward, looking at Zeng Long with a gentle yet firm gaze, and said in a tone that was both consultative and full of responsibility:

"Xiaolong, the outer perimeter is now completely sealed off by the troops I brought, under the highest level of military control. Without my orders, no one can get in or out."

He paused, his eyes revealing a sincere desire to share the burden:

"Since Hao Shuai's parents have already arrived but are being kept outside, why don't I go and bring them in myself? That way it will be faster and they won't have to worry."

Deep down, Zeng Sheng longed to do something for his son, even if it was just something seemingly insignificant.

He hoped that by helping Zeng Long's brothers and family, he could gradually melt the ice in his son's heart, accumulating a little bit of goodwill and an excuse to get closer in the future if they were to recognize each other.

This general, who commanded thousands of troops with great force, was now showing a delicate and even somewhat humble side in front of his son.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zeng Long expectantly, waiting for his response, even if it was just a nod.

Zeng Long raised his eyes, his deep gaze meeting Zeng Sheng's complex emotions for a moment.

His gaze remained calm, like a deep well, revealing neither joy nor anger, nor whether he accepted the deliberate gesture of goodwill.

However, he did not object.

He neither nodded nor uttered a sound.

But this brief silence was enough for Zeng Sheng! The lack of rejection was the best signal.

Zeng Sheng felt a slight sense of relief, and an indescribable joy welled up in his heart.

Without further delay, as if afraid that Zeng Long would change his mind, he immediately turned around and whispered to a guard beside him, "Guard this place well, and follow Comrade Zeng Long's orders."

Then he strode forward with steady yet swift steps toward the gate of Yueting Garden.

That figure, still as upright as a pine tree, seemed to have gained a touch of fatherly softness compared to when it arrived.

Zeng Long remained standing in the same spot, expressionless.

No one knew that beneath his calm exterior, Zeng Sheng's seemingly ordinary actions had stirred a ripple in his heart.

But he didn't stop it, which in itself was perhaps a silent... loosening that even he himself hadn't clearly noticed.

Inside the hall, Wu Chen and the others, kneeling, watched as General Zeng Sheng became so obedient to Zeng Long.

She even went out of her way to pick him up, her despair growing wildly like weeds.

Their last hope seems to be drifting away with Zeng Sheng's departure.

The judge's bench is in place, and key "witnesses" and "spectators" are being drawn into this game.

The pressure at the eye of the storm is steadily increasing, awaiting the critical point of eventual eruption.

Zeng Sheng's initiative to travel has undoubtedly added an intriguing layer to the already complex situation, highlighting the bond between father and son.