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

The heads of several military units originally intended to enter Yuetingyuan as soon as possible under Zeng Sheng's guidance to keep the situation to a minimum.

However, they had barely taken a step when they were drawn to a convoy approaching from afar.

The car door opened, and two elderly people stepped out, escorted by several sharp-eyed and capable-looking guards.

In the center is none other than Zeng Rong, the pillar of the Dragon Kingdom's military.

Although he has retired, his lifelong contributions to the country have earned him unshakeable prestige within the entire Chinese military.

The current General Liu, General Zhang, and others were all his former subordinates and held him in high esteem.

Beside him stood another elderly man dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit.

He was Yan Fushan, a key figure in the former Imperial Advisory Council.

In certain circles, their power and influence are in no way inferior to any powerful figure.

Accompanying the two old men was Li Weiguo, whose face was solemn.

These two old gentlemen, who had long lived in seclusion and rarely showed their faces, actually appeared together outside Yueting Garden late at night!

The signal behind this sent a huge shock through the minds of several military leaders!

They immediately suppressed their eagerness, tidied their appearance, and hurried forward to meet them.

"Old Zeng! Old Yan!" Several senior executives, all bearing the rank of general, saluted in unison.

Zeng Rong merely nodded slightly as a greeting, then his tiger-like eyes instantly swept over everyone else, precisely locking onto his son, Zeng Sheng, his voice like muffled thunder:

"I'm asking you, how are my precious granddaughter and grandson doing?!" The urgency and worry in his voice were undisguised.

In front of his father, Zeng Sheng's authority as a major general vanished instantly. At this moment, he was just a father worried about his children and a son filled with guilt.

He took a deep breath and reported in a low voice:

"Dad, Xiaoyu is injured...it's quite serious. She lost a lot of blood and has received emergency treatment, but she looks very unwell."

"What?!" Old Master Zeng Rong's eyes widened, and the aura of battle-hardened warrior emanating from his body instantly spread out.

Seeing this, Zeng Sheng quickly added:

"Dad, don't worry, Xiaolong and his team have taken all the relevant personnel into custody! It's just... the situation is a bit... serious right now."

He carefully considered his words:

"They were retaliated against by Xiaolong's ruthless methods, and at this moment... they were all groveling and forced to kneel in the hall by Xiaolong."

"The situation is getting a bit out of control. Xiaolong has demanded that the Liu, Wu, and He families send someone of sufficient influence to personally quell his anger."

"Based on the information we have so far, this incident is very likely that someone is deliberately targeting Xiaolong. Xiaoyu and Xiaohai were injured tonight because they were both looking for him, so... that's why he got so angry and his methods were a bit too extreme."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Old Master Zeng Rong's anger subsided slightly. He asked calmly, but his voice carried a domineering tone:

"What's so serious? Does that mean it's okay for my precious granddaughter to get hurt and bleed, or for Xiao Hai to be beaten for no reason? I think kneeling is the least of my worries."

Yan Fushan, who was standing to the side, also spoke up at this moment, his words carrying the sharp edge of a wise man and an inviolable bottom line:

"It's fine for the younger generation to play around. But to set up such a despicable scheme and openly bully my grandson with bodyguards—this is not over!"

He looked at Zeng Sheng, his tone even carrying a hint of admiration:

"Zeng Sheng! What are you afraid of! Your precious son is much more capable than you! That's the way to do it! Make them all kneel down! It's so satisfying! I feel great just hearing that."

A hint of curiosity even appeared on his face as he said, with a slightly teasing tone:

"Honestly, I really want to go in and see what my future grandson-in-law looks like. This protectiveness is just like old Zeng's style back in the day!"

Clearly, after hearing Zeng Long's cruel methods of revenge, Yan Fushan's resentment over his grandson being bullied had long since vanished, replaced by an appreciation and... approval of Zeng Long's style of doing things.

Zeng Rong, however, showed no respect for Yan Fushan, snorting and saying with a stern face:

"Old Yan, stop trying to claim kinship! Wasn't the engagement already dissolved?!"

"Did I agree?" Yan Fushan looked at Zeng Rong. "I only know about this!"

"You shouldn't have brought this up. I haven't even settled the score with you for what happened last time!"

"You knew perfectly well that Xiaolong was my granddaughter's husband, and a special soldier in the General Staff of the People's Liberation Army, but you didn't tell me beforehand, causing me to worry unnecessarily until we went to the Forbidden City!"

Having honed his political skills over many years, Yan Lao was already a master of them. Why would he care about Zeng Rong's verbal attempt to distance himself? In his heart, he had already decided that Zeng Long was the best candidate for his granddaughter's future husband.

Didn't you see that the top military leaders of the Dragon Kingdom were all gathered here, openly or secretly supporting Zeng Long and handling the aftermath?

Looking across the entire capital city and even the entire country, which young person doesn't rely on the protection of their family?

How could someone create so many legends and win so much glory solely through their personal abilities, and have current generals willingly "clean up their messes" for them?

Thinking about Zeng Long's future potential, Old Man Yan felt a surge of joy. The bullying his good-for-nothing grandson Yan Hai had suffered was long forgotten.

"Alright!" Zeng Rong waved his hand, no longer dwelling on the details. He surveyed everyone present, his tone carrying the authoritative weight of a final decision:

"Then we won't go in yet, we'll just wait here! I want to see what kind of 'important' people these families can send to settle this today."

Time ticked by in a stifling silence. Inside and outside Yueting Garden, it seemed as if two opposing worlds had emerged.

Inside the door was the courtroom that Zeng Long had constructed with absolute violence;

Outside the door, there was an invisible pressure field formed by the two old men, Zeng and Yan, and the military giants.

However, what they were waiting for was not some "representative of importance".

Soon, the low growl of engines could be heard again from the distant streets, and this time it was more than one vehicle.

The convoy stopped, and several guards quickly dispersed to maintain order.

The first to step forward was an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit, holding a cane, with a thin face but a sinister look in his eyes—Old Wu!

Although he has stepped down, his influence remains strong due to his former position at the core of power. He has disciples and old friends all over the place, and his influence is deeply rooted and far beyond that of ordinary families.

Immediately afterwards, another car door opened, and a burly old man, whose imposing presence was still evident despite his age, stepped out with a stern face—Old Liu!

Although both were veterans in the military and their prestige was not as high as Zeng Rong's, they were still influential figures within their respective systems.

Finally, an elderly man wearing glasses, who appeared refined but whose eyes revealed shrewdness and calculation, appeared surrounded by his entourage—Old He!

His family has cultivated deep roots in the political and legal system, the economic field, and certain special departments for many years, and their influence should not be underestimated.

Elder Wu, Elder Liu, and Elder He! These three actually came in person!

They were contemporaries of Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan, and their influence and prestige were almost on the same level.

At this moment, the atmosphere outside the gate of Yueting Garden was extremely tense! The air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became difficult.

The expressions of several military leaders also became extremely serious. They didn't understand why all these senior figures had come when they had been notified and warned.

What they didn't know was that Zeng Long had forced those kneeling young masters to call the old men for help—

The almost desperate cries and accusations from the grandsons of the three old men, Wu, Liu, and He, on the phone—how could they not come? The matter had completely escalated.

Wu Jun's meticulous plan was intended to lure Zeng Long into a trap and humiliate him.

Zeng Long broke the deadlock by killing, using the most direct and brutal violence to tear apart all conspiracies.

This storm, started by the younger generation, inevitably dragged out the giants standing behind them, who were like Mount Tai and the Big Dipper!

The heavens over the capital are destined to be breached tonight! The situation instantly became incredibly tense and oppressive, like a massive vortex filled with the smell of gunpowder, about to engulf everything.

All eyes were focused on these elderly men who were powerful enough to influence the fate of the Dragon Kingdom, awaiting the next earth-shattering clash.