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

The anticipated thunderous strike did not materialize.

Just as Chen Yifeng closed his eyes, preparing to face the unknown, and likely extremely painful, "stretching his muscles"—

The cold killing intent on Zeng Long's face vanished instantly, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

It turned into a smile that was almost "friendly" yet also had a hint of mockery.

He stepped forward and, with practiced ease, stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Chen Yifeng's neck.

The gesture was like hugging a best friend of over ten years.

"Little Fengzi," Zeng Long's voice was clearly teasing, but his arm felt like an iron band—

Chen Yifeng, whose body was stiff, was unable to move at all and could only be passively led by him.

"You've been watching the show for so long tonight, have you got your snacks and chairs ready? Just watching isn't fun, it's time to get out there and stretch your muscles."

As Zeng Long spoke, he half-hug and half-pushed Chen Yifeng, who was stiff all over and whose brain was still in a state of shutdown, and brought him to Hao Yuan, who was equally bewildered.

Hao Yuan was also stunned at this moment.

He looked at Zeng Long, who had just been like a god of death, capable of breaking bones with a wave of his hand—

At this moment, however, he is embracing Chen Yifeng, a notorious playboy in the capital, and their attitude is so "intimate"!

They even call him by the strange nickname "Little Fengzi"!

He felt that his decades of experience in officialdom and life were not enough; his mind was like a rusty gear, creaking but unable to make sense.

Zeng Long pointed at Hao Yuan with his free hand, then at Chen Yifeng, whom he was holding (or rather, restraining)—

He asked with a smile that seemed harmless, yet sent a chill down Chen Yifeng's spine: "This gentleman, my Uncle Hao, do you know him?"

"???" Chen Yifeng's lips began to twitch uncontrollably, and a million alpacas were galloping through his mind:

"This is a death trap! The ultimate death trap!" he roared inwardly.

Say you know him? Holy crap! I have absolutely no connection with him. If I insist I know him, what if you suspect I'm involved in suppressing him?

Didn't you see that idiot Jian Ge still using his blood to create abstract art on the marble floor?!

You say you don't know him? You just called him "Uncle Hao"! Didn't you hear Wu Qian almost shouting himself hoarse just now, explaining the whole story so clearly?!

Am I just blatantly lying and treating you like a fool? That violent bear's fan-like hand next to me is no joke; just thinking about it makes my face hurt.

His brain's CPU was running at an unprecedented speed, almost overloaded and smoking, and his facial expressions were unpredictable, sometimes turning blue and sometimes white.

There was a long silence, lasting five or six seconds, under Zeng Long's seemingly gentle but actually as heavy as a mountain—

Chen Yifeng's face was contorted in a grimace, his features almost scrunched up, and he finally managed to squeeze out what he thought was an incredibly clever, but actually cowardly, reply:

"Um... we didn't know each other ten minutes ago, but now... we do."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Long's smile became even more "amiable." He patted Chen Yifeng's shoulder forcefully, so forcefully that Chen Yifeng grimaced, feeling as if his bones were about to break.

"Look at you, why do you look like a wronged little woman, with such a bitter face?"

Zeng Long's tone was filled with undisguised disdain!

"Isn't it just a simple question? Your answer is so long-winded and not concise at all! It doesn't have the air of a young master from the capital!"

"It's good that you know him!" Zeng Long stopped looking at his sour face and turned to Hao Yuan, who was still a little confused, to introduce him:

"Uncle Hao, this is Chen Yifeng from the Chen family in Beijing. He is known as the 'Young Master of Beijing.' He has considerable influence and is considered a prominent figure among the younger generation."

Then, he changed the subject, looking back at Chen Yifeng, his tone still casual:

"Little Fengzi, you must already know about my Uncle Hao's matter. Those good-for-nothings made it clear enough just now."

He paused, his voice steady yet carrying an invisible pressure:

"Don't worry, it's just a location. In your old man Chen's eyes, it's just a matter of talking! Allocate some resources, clear away the obstacles, it's very simple."

At this point, Zeng Long's mocking smile vanished instantly, replaced by an unfathomable indifference.

He stared intently at Chen Yifeng's pupils, which were slightly constricted by fear, and commanded, word by word:

"Call your grandfather now, right now."

"Tell me, Uncle Hao is the first person Zeng Long wanted to promote."

"It's done! Everyone benefits!"

His last word, filled with undisguised killing intent, instantly engulfed Chen Yifeng:

"If you can't do it! Fine! You...die."