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

At the edge of the parking lot, the somber atmosphere almost froze.

Du Ziteng, his father Du Yiming, and the pale-faced tax official were like three frightened quails, shrouded in an invisible fear.

Before them stood an army as vast as a steel torrent and several generals who existed only in rumors—a scene that would drive any ordinary person to the brink of madness.

However, Ye Feng seemed oblivious to this.

He received only one instruction—to take people in and meet Brother Long.

In his eyes, any obstacle can only be dealt with in two ways: clear it away or bypass it.

He ignored the generals who exuded imposing authority and walked straight to the soldiers on guard duty on the outer perimeter.

His footsteps were silent, his eyes cold, like a ghost walking in the dark.

"Report to General Liu that Ye Feng has arrived."

The soldier who was being spoken to felt the almost tangible coldness emanating from Ye Feng, and his heart tightened. He dared not be negligent and immediately reported in a low voice through the communicator.

A moment later, the soldier's gaze towards Ye Feng completely changed; his previous wariness was replaced by a hint of curiosity.

He stepped aside to make way and said respectfully, "Mr. Ye, you may go in now."

Ye Feng nodded slightly in response.

He walked straight up to General Liu.

He offered no pleasantries or explanations, but simply raised his arm and gave a clean, crisp, yet chilling military salute.

"The man," he said, looking directly at General Liu, "I want to bring him before Brother Long."

General Liu looked at Ye Feng, who was so calm that he seemed inhuman, and was filled with emotion.

In this gathering of five stars, where the atmosphere was as oppressive as a prison, even ordinary officers would feel pressured. But this young man seemed completely at ease, his eyes unwavering and his will as firm as iron.

He was pleased that Zeng Long had such a fierce general under his command, and also felt a sense of relief that the "Grim Reaper" had returned safely and that things were still under control.

He nodded to Ye Feng, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Go."

The elderly men standing nearby, Zhang (Navy), Wang (Air Force), Zhou (Rocket Force), and Zhao (National Defense Science and Technology), naturally recognized Ye Feng as well.

Especially when recalling the descriptions of this young man codenamed "Death" in the "Pigeon" rescue operation and the harrowing video and mission reports from the Middle East—

Their elusive infiltration abilities and their unconventional "stream of consciousness" blind sniping left a deep impression on them.

This is the sharpest and most dangerous thorn on the nation's weapon!

Their gazes toward Ye Feng were filled with a mixture of guilt and recognition for this unsung hero, and they all nodded in acknowledgment.

Ye Feng's personality, or rather, his world, meant that only Zeng Long's orders deserved his full attention. He merely nodded slightly in response to the other generals' gestures.

He then said no more and gestured for Du Ziteng to help his father follow.

As for the pale-faced person in charge, he didn't even bother to glance at him, as if he were just an item that needed to be moved, or... a dead object about to be judged.

Du Ziteng supported his nearly exhausted father, feeling the countless gazes around him—some curious, some awe-inspiring, some cold—making each step exceptionally difficult, as if he were treading on a red-hot knife tip.

The shock he felt was beyond words, and his awe of Zeng Long's identity and power had risen to an almost mythical level.

Du Mingyuan's mind went blank, with only one thought swirling wildly within him:

What kind of person has my son met?! Is this "Brother Long" some kind of deity descended to earth?!

The person in charge felt that with each step forward, he was getting closer to hell, and the ever-approaching gate of Yuetingyuan seemed to be the gate of judgment leading to the end of his life.

Just as Ye Feng was about to lead the three of them toward the heavy door, the door was pushed open from the inside, and Zeng Sheng strode out.

Ye Feng paused slightly. His keen, cheetah-like intuition, characteristic of a master assassin, allowed him to instantly catch the fleeting hint of goodwill in Zeng Sheng's eyes as he looked at him.

And... that face that bore a five or six-point resemblance to Brother Long! This stirred a rare sense of surprise within him.

Seeing this, General Liu, fearing it might cause a misunderstanding, immediately stepped forward and introduced with a smile:

"Ye Feng, this is Zeng Sheng, deputy commander of the Beijing Military Sub-district, who is the overall commander of this military operation."

He paused, then emphasized his words, adding meaningfully, "He is also Zeng Lingyu's father."

Ye Feng showed no reaction to the introduction of his position.

But the words "Zeng Lingyu's father" were like a key, instantly triggering a switch deep within his icy heart!

He clearly remembered Brother Long's extraordinary concern and protection for Zeng Lingyu.

A rare, extremely subtle look of blankness appeared on Ye Feng's usually icy expression.

Without hesitation, he raised his arm and gave Zeng Sheng a more precise military salute than he had given to General Liu!

This action caused a hint of surprise to flash in the eyes of the veteran generals who knew Ye Feng's personality.

This kid is known for being arrogant and haughty. Apart from Zeng Long and a very few people he approves of, when have you ever seen him give such a solemn salute to anyone?

After saluting, Ye Feng didn't linger or say another word. He led Du Ziteng and the other two into the gate of Yueting Garden, and their figures quickly disappeared into the light and shadow behind the gate.

General Zhang watched this scene with a playful smile. He leaned closer to Zeng Sheng, who was still somewhat stunned, and whispered with a laugh:

"Xiao Zeng, did you see that? That kid who saluted you just now is called Ye Feng, codename 'Death God,' and he's one of your son's top henchmen."

"He didn't even give us old guys a proper salute, but he just shoved you like that."

"You've really got a lot of face!"

Zeng Sheng's heart skipped a beat! An indescribable surge of joy instantly welled up inside him!

This is more than just a military salute; it's a silent form of recognition, a subtle signal of acceptance from the son's inner circle!

This excited him even more than if he had won a battle.