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

Chen Yifeng the instant Zeng Long's cold words fell.

An indescribable chill ran from the soles of his feet up his spine to the top of his head, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

He suddenly remembered! The conditions he and his grandfather had reached with Zeng Long at the hotel were—

Within three months, the Chen family must use all their political resources to appoint three key positions of real power to be filled by candidates recommended by Zeng Long.

The Chen family not only needs to ensure their smooth rise to power, but also needs to completely quell any possible negative impacts and obstacles that may arise after they take power.

Furthermore, the Chen family must promise to provide them with necessary and practical support in certain specific areas and on certain issues in the future.

This is the heavy price and condition they paid for offending Zeng Long!

At this moment, Zeng Long chose Hao Yuan as his first choice!

Considering Wu Qian and the others' confessions earlier, their joint effort to suppress Hao Yuan was aimed at completely marginalizing him and thoroughly eliminating him...

If the Chen family suddenly intervenes forcefully and supports Hao Yuan, it means that the Chen family will openly and without hesitation stand against the Wu family and other families!

This is no longer a simple competition for a position; it's a naked political battle!

It will involve bloodshed! It will consume a lot of political resources and personal connections, and may even trigger fierce conflicts between families.

"Using someone else to do the dirty work! This is blatant murder by using someone else!"

Chen Yifeng instantly understood the ruthless calculation and cold cruelty hidden behind Zeng Long's seemingly casual, even somewhat "brotherly" actions!

Zeng Long himself didn't need to personally get involved in the battles with the Wu family and the other families. He only needed to give the Chen family a gentle push, a ready-made and sharp "knife"!

Let them fight to the death with the Wu family and others, while he sits calmly on the sidelines, watching coldly and reaping the benefits.

Moreover, the Chen family knew perfectly well that this was a pit of fire, yet they still had no choice but to jump in!

After jumping, they still had to do everything they could to fill the hole and get Hao Yuan safely up there.

Because this was their promise to Zeng Long, the price they paid for the last incident, and even more so...

The bottom line that this young man drew with his icy killing intent was inviolable!

Having figured all this out, Chen Yifeng felt as if he had swallowed a whole bitter melon with ice crystals, the bitterness spreading from his mouth to his heart, the chill and bitterness almost overwhelming him.

But he dared not hesitate for a moment, much less refuse.

Zeng Long's words, "You die," hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles.

"I...I'll call right now..." Chen Yifeng's voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.

His cold and repressed heart dared not reveal the slightest hesitation or resistance.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and, under Zeng Long's icy, all-seeing gaze, dialed his grandfather's number—

The private phone number of Mr. Chen, the old man who could make the ground tremble with a stomp of his foot in Beijing.

All eyes in the lobby were on him.

Although the specific content was unclear, it was possible to see Chen Yifeng talking on the phone.

His expression shifted between anxious explanations, meek nods as if he'd been scolded, and brief moments of relief, as if he'd received some kind of promise.

Throughout the call, he felt as if he were being subjected to a public, slow torture, every second of which was excruciating.

Hao Yuan, who was standing next to Zeng Long and Chen Yifeng, overheard most of their conversation because he was close enough.

When Hao Yuan heard Chen Yifeng relay Zeng Long's cold will and demands over the phone, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. That brief silence made Hao Yuan's heart leap into his throat.

However, after a moment of silence, Old Master Chen on the other end of the phone actually began asking him for detailed information about Hao Yuan, including his resume and background.

He even mentioned several powerful positions that Hao Yuan himself felt were unattainable and that he had only heard about in internal rumors...

Hao Yuan's heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and then suddenly released.

An indescribable ecstasy and immense shock, like a rocket soaring from hell to heaven, crashed over his mind and body like a tsunami.

That position! A position he never even dared to dream of before, yet now, because of a casual remark from his son, his "good brother," such an astonishing reversal has occurred!

Moreover, the one who made the move was actually the Chen family, one of the top wealthy families in Beijing?!

They even need to use core resources and risk a direct confrontation with the Wu family and other powerful clans to clear all obstacles for him?!

His gaze toward Zeng Long was filled with an indescribable mix of profound awe.

This boy's power and methods are truly terrifying.

With a flick of his wrist, he could turn clouds into rain; with a few words, he could stir up the political landscape of the capital and determine the fates of others.

Chen Yifeng finally finished the call, looking completely exhausted, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He looked at Zeng Long with a complex expression, filled with humiliation and a hint of unseen hatred.

Zeng Long nodded in satisfaction. He knew that Chen Yifeng was cold and resistant inside, but would Zeng Long care?

That indifferent gaze quickly transformed into "peaceful" again, and he patted Chen Yifeng's shoulder forcefully once more, as if the chilling threat of death had never occurred.

"That's more like it, it would have been much simpler to do this earlier. Alright, go stand over there, watch the show, and relax."

Chen Yifeng felt as if he had been granted a pardon, but the moment he turned his back to Zeng Long, a cold, venomous glint flashed in his eyes, which had just been filled with fear.

He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his nails almost digging into his palms, forcibly suppressing any emotion he dared not reveal.

Because he knew that tonight was Zeng Long's home turf, he had no choice but to endure it!

He wanted to watch from the sidelines, witnessing firsthand how this damned Zeng Long would face the overwhelming rage and furious retaliation from several of Beijing's most powerful families tonight!

He was looking forward to the moment when Zeng Long would play with fire and get burned.