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

Zeng Long, carrying Jian Ge, walked a few steps to Wu Chen, Wu Qian, and the other young masters who were kneeling.

He forcefully turned Jian Ge's face towards the group of kneeling people, his voice low and oppressive:

"Do you know them?" He paused, giving Jian Ge no time to think, his tone carrying a cruel mockery:

"Take a good look, make sure you recognize it. If you can't recognize it, that's okay. That just proves..."

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Your bones are rather hard!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zeng Long grabbed Jian Ge's hair and slammed his head hard against the hard, cold marble floor!

"Thump!!!" A dull thud that made your teeth ache! Jian Ge's forehead was instantly torn open, and blood gushed out like a stream, quickly spreading into a glaring crimson stain on the clean ground.

"Ah—! I know him! I know him! I know him!!"

The intense pain and the fear of impending death completely shattered Jian Ge's psychological defenses.

Tears streamed down his face, mixed with blood, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, as he screamed with his last ounce of strength.

Zeng Long loosened his grip on his hair slightly, allowing him to lift his head, his tone authoritative as a prisoner's:

"What's his name?" He pointed to Wu Chen, who was kneeling at the front and trembling the most.

"Wu Chen! His name is Wu Chen! He's the eldest young master of the Wu family in Beijing!!"

Jian Ge practically roared it out, speaking so fast it was as if he was afraid of being tortured again if he slowed down even a little:

"It was him! He was the one who orchestrated it!"

"He said he would make Xiao Mingyuan lose everything, incur huge debts from loan sharks, and then shift the blame onto a man named Zeng Long!"

"Keep forcing his daughter to comply, to lead her entire class away from tonight's banquet, and to transfer all her hatred onto that Zeng Long!!"

He blurted out everything he knew like beans spilling from a bucket, his voice filled with a will to survive and boundless fear of the young demon god before him.

Only now did he vaguely realize that this terrifying boy was probably the "Zeng Long" who had been used as a target.

At this moment, Wu Chen, who was kneeling on the ground, had completely panicked.

Upon hearing Jian Ge's identification, he jerked his head up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

His eyes were unfocused, filled with extreme fear; his lips trembled as he muttered to himself:

"It wasn't me...it really wasn't me...I was just...just following someone else's instructions...it wasn't me who started it..."

He tried to explain, but when Zeng Long's indifferent gaze swept over him, all the words got stuck in his throat, leaving only a trembling sound.

Zeng Long didn't even bother to look at him, as if he were just an insignificant ant.

His gaze shifted to Wu Qian, who was kneeling beside him, and his two henchmen.

He casually stretched out his hand, his movement as swift as lightning.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" Three crisp and loud slaps landed on the faces of Wu Qian and the other two!

The force was so great that their cheeks instantly swelled up, their ears rang, and their vision went black.

"Raise your heads." Zeng Long's voice carried a command that seemed like that of a demon, leaving no room for resistance.

Wu Qian and the other two were stunned by the beating. Almost reflexively, they struggled to raise their heads, their faces filled with fear and submission.

Zeng Long pointed with his index finger toward Hao Yuan, who was standing to the side, his face pale with shock at the violent scene before him. His tone was calm, yet carried an invisible pressure: "Do you know him?"

Seeing the miserable state of Brother Jian just now, Wu Qian and the other two dared not hesitate for even a moment.

They grasped at a straw and eagerly poured out the beans:

"I know him...I know him! He's Hao Shuai's father, the deputy speaker of the district council!"

"The cancellation of his nomination and the subsequent formal complaint against him were caused by a few of us... using our family resources!"

"Our goal...our goal is to make Hao Shuai submit to us and leave Yue Ting Yuan, and at the same time...to make him resent you."

Zeng Long listened quietly, his face expressionless, only letting out a soft "Oh?" with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a cold skepticism.

Wu Qian was startled and immediately added:

And another thing! This time, several of our families already have their own chosen people for the promotion, so there's absolutely no chance that Vice Speaker Hao will be promoted!

We just want to use this excuse to blackmail Hao Shuai, so that he will become distant and resentful towards you.

"Heh." Zeng Long let out a cold, ambiguous laugh that echoed through the hall, sending chills down everyone's spine. "Killing three birds with one stone, a clever plan."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over Wu Qian, Wu Chen, and the others, his tone carrying a cold indifference that suggested he controlled everything:

"It's alright, you didn't reveal who's behind this either."

"However, it's alright. Someone who can make you all hesitate to speak out must have considerable power. So..."

A glint of excitement, like spotting prey, flashed in his eyes:

"That's what makes it fun and interesting. I'm getting more and more excited."

"I hope the result won't disappoint me."

"As I said before, I don't need you to reveal who's actually pulling the strings behind the scenes. Because later, you'll see, someone will tell me themselves..."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, looking towards the unknown distance, or perhaps at some important figure on their way. His tone was casual, yet it contained boundless confidence and domineering presence.

"Or perhaps, the person behind it will reveal themselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

Only Jian Ge's faint groans and the sound of blood dripping testified to how real and cruel everything that had just happened was.

Zeng Long stood there, like a violent deity who had just carried out a judgment, coldly awaiting the next, perhaps even more thrilling, confrontation.