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

Xiao Wanru's grief-stricken sobs pierced the already tense atmosphere in the main hall of Yuetingyuan like an icicle.

Those tearful accusations not only tore open the tragic wounds of her family, but also ignited a torrent of anger in the hearts of some people present.

The last trace of gentleness on Zeng Long's face vanished instantly.

He walked quickly to Xiao Wanru's side.

He leaned slightly forward, his voice not loud, yet it reached Xiao Wanru's ears with exceptional clarity:

"Squad leader, can I take care of this?"

Xiao Wanru raised her tear-filled face and met Zeng Long's deep, unfathomable eyes.

There was no pity, no sympathy, only an absolute confidence and cold decisiveness that seemed capable of crushing all injustice.

That look was like a ray of light, piercing through the fog of despair in her heart.

She bit her lower lip hard to stop crying, nodded heavily, wiped the tears off her face roughly with the back of her hand, and stepped aside.

Upon receiving a response, Zeng Long suddenly turned around!

With this turn, it was as if a sleeping beast had suddenly awakened, and a violent and fierce aura erupted from him!

His gaze, like two cold rays, instantly locked onto Jian Ge, who was slumped on the ground like a lump of mud.

Without any warning, no one even saw how he exerted his strength!

He twisted his waist, and his right leg moved like a steel whip brimming with power—

With a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, a precise and ruthless side kick struck Jian Ge hard between the chest and abdomen!

A loud, muffled thud resounded, making one's heart clench.

Before Jian Ge could even let out a proper scream, he was hit as if by a speeding truck. His body curled up like a shrimp and flew one or two meters off the ground before crashing heavily onto the marble floor.

He let out a painful groan, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and saw stars before his eyes.

Zeng Long's eyes were icy cold, his steps unwavering, like the Grim Reaper himself strolling, as he approached Jian Ge, who was convulsing on the ground. His tone was so cold it could freeze the soul:

"Give me the IOU and the property certificate."

Jian Ge was stunned by this sudden and unreasonable violence.

The excruciating pain and fear clouded his mind, but his instincts honed over years in the underworld kept him clinging to a sliver of hope: he wanted to negotiate, or at least ascertain the other party's bottom line.

He struggled to lift his head, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes darting around: "Brother...brother...I understand the rules...I can give you the things, but..."

"Whoosh—!" His words came to an abrupt halt!

Zeng Long didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense. He delivered another swift and powerful sweeping kick, which struck Zeng Long's back and shoulder blades like an iron rod!

"Crack!" The clear sound of bone breaking might just be an illusion, but the immense force was undeniably real!

"Ah—!" Jian Ge let out a shrill scream that was inhuman!

His body slid several meters across the smooth, cold marble floor like a tattered sack, leaving a faint trail of blood and marks of friction in his wake.

He felt as if his spine was about to break, and all the bones in his body were falling apart and being put back together. The excruciating pain overwhelmed all his thoughts like a tidal wave.

Zeng Long maintained his indifferent expression, as if he had merely kicked away a pebble blocking his path.

He took another step and walked up to Jian Ge, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog!

Looking down at him with the same cold gaze as if he were a tiny insect, he repeated the same words, devoid of any emotion:

"Give me the IOU and the property certificate."

This time, Jian Ge completely broke down.

He could see no hesitation, no regard for the rules or the consequences in Zeng Long's eyes, only a primal will to violence and a murderous intent!

He had no doubt that if he hesitated for even half a second longer, the next blow would definitely kill him.

"I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you!!" Jian Ge used all the remaining strength in his body, his voice hoarse and distorted, filled with extreme fear.

With trembling hands, he painstakingly pulled a folded IOU and a crumpled property certificate from his inner pocket and handed them over as if they were hot potatoes.

Zeng Long reached out and took it, unfolded the IOU, and quickly scanned the amount on it.

When he saw the number that had been deliberately exaggerated to an absurd degree, the already chilling glint in his eyes suddenly intensified, and an even more terrifying rage spread out as if it were a tangible thing!

"Hmph!" A cold snort.

Immediately afterwards, to everyone's horrified gaze, Zeng Long raised his leg again and delivered an even more ferocious sweeping kick, slamming it hard into Jian Ge's ribs!

"Pfft..." Jian Ge couldn't even let out a scream, only a weak, whimpering sound.

His body slid uncontrollably across the ground again, finally stopping only after crashing into an expensive low table!

He was curled up there, only exhaling and not inhaling, with fresh blood constantly seeping from his mouth and nose.

The entire hall was deathly silent, save for Jian Ge's faint, painful groans and the pounding of everyone's hearts.

Every pair of eyes stared in terror at the figure that resembled a demon.

"Tap...tap...tap..." Zeng Long's leather shoes made a clear and regular sound as they stepped on the smooth, mirror-like marble floor.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking Jian Ge's almost stopped heart again and again, and striking the depths of the souls of everyone present, bringing boundless fear.

He walked to the dying Jian Ge, squatted down, and stretched out his right hand, which gripped the back of Jian Ge's neck with the precision of an iron clamp, lifting him up effortlessly!

Jian Ge's feet left the ground, like a chick being lifted up, his whole body limp, only making a terrified "hoarse" sound from his throat.