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

Zeng Long walked up to Wu Chen again, his cold eyes like searchlights, locking onto him.

Wu Chen felt the shadow loom over him. He looked up and met Zeng Long's emotionless gaze, and was immediately terrified. His teeth chattered, making a "clatter clatter" sound.

Zeng Long slowly squatted down to look him in the eye; his cold gaze seemed to freeze one's soul.

He extended a finger and pointed in the direction of Du Yiming, who was standing next to Du Ziteng, looking equally nervous but more relieved.

"Lift your head up."

Wu Chen stiffened his neck and raised his head rigidly, following Zeng Long's finger to see Du Yiming's unfamiliar, slightly fearful middle-aged face.

"You only have one chance." Zeng Long's tone was calm, yet it contained a pressure more terrifying than a roar. "Speak. Do you know him?"

Wu Chen's brain was working at an unprecedented speed, frantically searching for every trace of memory about that face.

Who is he? The CEO of which company? Or an official from which department? ...No! I have absolutely no recollection of him! He's a complete stranger!

A tremendous fear gripped Wu Chen, terrified that his answer would not satisfy this killing god and that he would immediately follow in Jian Ge's miserable footsteps.

He almost cried out, shouting with all his might:

"Brother Long! I...I really don't know him! I really don't! I swear! If I knew him, may I be struck by lightning!!"

He wished he could kowtow to Zeng Long on the spot to prove his "innocence".

He closed his eyes nervously, awaiting the expected thunderous blow, his body as taut as a stone.

However, the expected pain did not come. He cautiously opened one eye and saw that Zeng Long had already stood up expressionlessly, seemingly... intending to leave?

"Could it be... I passed?" Wu Chen's heart, which had been in his throat, dropped by a mere 0.1 millimeters...

"Slap!!!" A crisp, loud slap, as loud as a firecracker exploding, landed hard on his right cheek!

Wu Chen felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the right side of his face instantly lost sensation. Then came an incredibly familiar, burning pain, and his ears felt like they were being buzzed by a thousand bees.

Before he could even react to this sudden attack, a shadow as large as a small mountain had completely enveloped him.

Tie Zhu's honest face, tinged with anger, drew closer to him.

"Damn it! You think you can call me Brother Long?!"

Tie Zhu's voice was like muffled thunder, making Wu Chen's eardrums ache.

After saying that, without giving Wu Chen any chance to explain, his fan-like left hand, accompanied by the sound of wind, delivered another solid slap to Wu Chen's left cheek.

"Smack!!!" It's symmetrical now. Wu Chen felt like his head was being rattled, swaying from side to side by the force of those two blows, seeing stars before his eyes, and almost fainting.

After hitting him, Tie Zhu was still not satisfied. He poked Wu Chen's swollen cheek with his finger and lectured him indignantly:

"Do you know what calling me Brother Long means?! That's a bond we've risked our lives for! We're brothers! Who do you think you are? You dare call me Brother Long?! If you call me that again, I'll knock all your teeth out."

In his simple and straightforward mindset, anyone who could be affectionately called "Brother Long" was one of his own, such as Du Ziteng and Hao Shuai.

Calling someone like Wu Chen "great-grandfather" wouldn't be respectful enough!

Wu Chen: "..." (Inner monologue: I'm fucking... is it wrong to call him Brother Long... this is so hard!)

This scene happened extremely suddenly, and it had an absurd comedic effect.

Everyone watched as the once arrogant young master of the Wu family was now being slapped and lectured by Tie Zhu like a schoolchild. They wanted to laugh but dared not, struggling to suppress their laughter.

Zeng Long, seemingly oblivious to the little incident behind him, had already turned his attention to the others.

Zeng Long's gaze swept over the remaining kneeling young masters, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I'm giving you a chance."

Zeng Long's voice carried a hint of amusement, like the whisper of the devil—

"If anyone recognizes him (pointing to Du Yiming), step forward now and identify him. I guarantee you can leave here immediately and safely."

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake! The kneeling crowd was stunned at first, then their eyes blazed with a fierce will to survive!

Everyone's eyes were like searchlights, all focused on Du Yiming, as if they wanted to see him through inside and out, and dig out any clue about him from the depths of their memories!

"Who is he?" "From which corner did he come out of nowhere?" "Damn it! I should have known more people before!" "Think! Brain! Remember me!"

Everyone's face was filled with anxiety, longing, and... bewilderment.

They racked their brains, winking and scratching their heads, looking just like a group of underachievers facing an advanced question in an exam, desperately trying to find the answer in the air with their eyes.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, Du Yiming's face remained unfamiliar to them.

In the end, everyone's faces showed despair and dejection, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look at Zeng Long anymore.

Zeng Long had already gotten the answer from their incredibly genuine expressions, as if they wanted to tear their hearts out to prove it.

He believed that, under the influence of his "violent aesthetics" just now, these people would definitely not dare to lie again.

He paced back and forth a few times, tapping his thigh lightly with his fingers, as if he were thinking about something.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling crowd and landing precisely on Chen Yifeng, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, trying his best to make himself inconspicuous!

Zeng Long's lips curled into a wicked smile again as he casually beckoned to Chen Yifeng.

"Come here." The voice seemed to possess a magical power, instantly penetrating the entire hall with an undeniable domineering presence.

In an instant, everyone's gaze in the hall was drawn to Chen Yifeng, as if by an invisible thread.

Chen Yifeng was secretly glad that he was just a "spectator" and was silently commenting on the strength and angle of Tie Zhu's slap when he suddenly became the focus of the entire room.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and he was completely dumbfounded, his brain shutting down.

"What's going on?" "Me? You're calling me?" "I'm just a bystander! What the hell does this have to do with me?"

"I don't even know who Du Yiming is! I'm just here to watch the show!"

His mind was racing with thoughts, but his body moved uncontrollably under Zeng Long's intensely intimidating gaze—

Like a wind-up toy, stiffly, with heavy steps as if heading to the execution ground, she moved towards Zeng Long.

What frustrated him even more was that those followers and "friends" who had just been arm in arm with him, calling him brother, changed their tune the moment he was called out—

As if fleeing from a plague, they scattered with a "whoosh"!

A wide, open road was instantly cleared between him and Zeng Long, for fear that being a step too slow would attract some ominous aura.

Chen Yifeng felt like a clown isolated in the center of a stage, his eyes still cold but utterly threatening.

His pride and sense of superiority as a young master from the capital were utterly shattered in the face of Zeng Long's absolute power and terrifying methods.

All that remains is endless fear and the soul-searching questions: "Who am I? Where am I? Why did you choose me?"

Seeing this dramatic scene, Yan Hai, hiding behind the crowd, couldn't help but nudge Yang Li with his elbow, lowering his voice and excitedly spitting as he spoke:

"Holy shit... Holy shit! My boss, Brother Long, is awesome! See? Whoever he points at is dumbfounded! This is going to be an indiscriminate barrage, overwhelming all the rich and powerful young masters in Beijing! It's so damn domineering."

Yang Li looked at Zeng Long's retreating figure with admiration and whispered in response:

"He's awesome, and he's my idol. But Hai-ge! Can you keep your voice down? Didn't you see that Wu Chen got beaten to a pulp by Bao Xiong-ge just for calling out 'Long-ge'? Do you want to be the next one?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Hai shrank back and cautiously glanced at Tie Zhu, who stood like a gatekeeper behind Zeng Long. Sure enough, he saw Tie Zhu scanning the crowd with his honest yet scrutinizing gaze.

Startled, Yan Hai immediately crouched down and, like a nimble eel, silently slipped behind Xiao Yu, who was quietly watching the show.

He made up his mind that tonight, no, and from now on, whenever he had the chance, he would definitely occupy the prime spot "behind Sister Xiaoyu"!

In his view, this was the safest place in the entire Yueting Garden, and even in the entire capital city.

Tonight we are invincible, and in the future we will be invincible too!

(Of course, this excludes Zeng Long and his core partners, who are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.)

Looking at Yan Hai's shameless behavior of seeking "ultimate protection," Yang Li silently and firmly raised the middle finger to Yan Hai's back, a gesture of utter contempt.

At this moment, our "lucky audience member" Chen Yifeng finally moved in front of Zeng Long, awaiting the unknown, and perhaps not so pleasant, fate that awaited him...

The atmosphere in the lobby grew increasingly eerie amidst the lingering effects of violence, the shock of the unexpected reversal, and this touch of absurd humor.